Sentenced To Live

I can see that torture

Will be the only way

To get the prisoner to tlk

Now morning bleaks

With a shattering scream

As a razorblade removes the skin on his feet

But still there's no reaction

Denial is his first response

Must intensity my actions

Skin him alive!

Day two and the sessions start again

The subjects pale and sleep deprived

You can see his moral is broken

And his sanity is frayed

So I made him pray to a dog

To gain a sense of humiliation

And now I see reaction

The confession tarts to surface

So I severed two in his fingers

To speed up the process

Emaciated cries of horror

Fill the hallways

Mutilation of the subjects

Caused by torture

Traumatizing effects that last forever

Psychological decay

The legacy of Polpot lives on

In the minds of the tortured

Haunted forever by the memories

They're plagued for the rest of their lives

Once a broken man now a smell remains

Of a tattered soul in pain

Waiting to die

The legacy of Polpot lives on

In the minds of the tortured

Haunted forever by the memories

They're plagued for the rest of their lives

Once a broken man now a smell remains

Of a tattered soul sentenced to live

There's no limit to the pain

Bring you back from the dead

Force fed feces

Hanging upside down

As you pray to the dog

Suffocation near death

Mock executions breaking you down

You're confessions are in vain

You don't even know the fucking names