Desecration Death You'll Face
Locked in a room
With no warmth or light
Battered and bruised
No strength left to fight
Slumped to the floor
Numb with pain
A stroll in the dark, never again...
Picked up by a vicious gang
In the back of a Transit van
Sexually abused and humiliated
A bright future now disintegrated
Left to die
To rot away
Human waste
Death you'll face
Pissed on, unpleasant?
Ha, in your mouth, excrement
Sadistic pleasure from unseen terror
Leads to horrific torture
The cold gets colder
As the dark gets darker
No way out no, accept your slave form
Here it comes, is it Heaven or Hell?
The soul is gone now
All that's left is a shell
