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TortureSo!Down in syntho-mine number nine Me and the mutants are doing quite fine We received the stimu-spray, cold as ice It keeps us going nice, then they come for us at night With their gleaming metal teeth Tendrils from the pulsing control rod Enters my brain, gives pleasure, gives pain! What could it be except a god? I remember the surface world like a dream I remember green Now the flesh has been shredded from my arms And been rewoven with steel Now my body is mutilated But still my mind can feel They wanna study why I cry when I kill And what they must do before I will Torture! Torture! Torture! They apply Torture! Torture! Torture! They apply Torture of the mind Torture of the soul Torture of the body Torture of the mind Torture of the soul Torture of the body The alarm is exploding, it's time for the arena But all I know truly is that I still live Decided by only the death that I give Or receive, decided by games Sensors record and reflect on the pain If my body rejects my implanted slay-mitts They'll burn me alive and recycle the bits It's like a mental tractor beam Tearing at my mind, can't you hear it scream? Until the night, and their delight They gave me a woman then turned off the lights Upon a glowing screen, images are seen They watch us suck and fuck They think that it's obscene They took her away We'll meet again one day But not that way, not that way, not that way, not that way! Tearing at the tractor beam Piling on the pressure, let the protons scream Simulated cyber-slay No purpose, just another day Of Torture! Torture! Torture! They apply Torture! Torture! Torture! They apply Torture of the mind Torture of the soul Torture of the body Torture of the mind Torture of the soul Torture of the body They lost their souls They gained control Whirling metal fest of knives Driving needles into eyes Again I've come out alive But always they are in my mind With drugs and sex, they gild my cage By brutish acts, I pay with rage But always I feel inside They watch my thoughts And see through my eyes In the gladiatorial hives I fight to stay alive Tearing at the tractor beam Images without a screen Piling on the power, let the protons scream Could it be a dream, something so obscene? One day I'll die And when I do, I'll try To somehow become free And take one of the things to Hell with me They made me kill my sister They made me fucking fist her They made me have sex with her corpse They noted my remorse In the realm of the Perfects In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects In the realm of the Perfects In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects In the realm of the Perfects In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects They noted my remorse! |