Blindfold - drunk on killers of pain
Deprived of senses
Scared to death - not aware of reasons
Stripped of ability to move
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite
Torture - Cellar, experiencing pain
The last place that you'll see
Sexual violence - serving as a tool
To make me sane anew
What comes around, goes around
And now you reap what you sowed
A fistful of hatred meets your bleeding face
Invocation of your end of days
I forgot the laws of mercy - I'll show you none
Say sorry and the pain will soon be gone
