An illusion maybe a mirage of sanity
somewhere in the distance creeping by in such vanity
Place your hope out in front, take all that you have,
and leave it for somebody else who really needs a good laugh
You cannot hide, no matter where you go
The definition of torture you think you really know?
So step back, and brace your self for some fun
'Cause what he's done to you will make you pray for a gun
Come on down to his basement of toys
That can dig right through your pretty flesh before you make any noise
Now face this force
Spit-ridden grin staring you down
Laughing like some macabre clown
Who starts to walk right up to you
After your disemboweled you'll feast on a plate of maggots from the ground
Followed by the bones of your lover whose head is planted on your wall forever
Then rips your arm off and starts to chew
Then throws it right back at you

INVIA LE CORREZIONI