Impaled Nazarene Die Insane
Place the hand on its throat
Feel the fragile windpipe
Slowly tighten your grip
Watch closely its eyes
When they are rolling over
Then release your grip
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries
Now it is gasping for air
Great moment to throw it at a wall
Shrieks of pain at an empty hallway
Death has never come so slow
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries
Die insane
I will you to die insace
In the end you will die insane
Watch it crawl back to its hole
Laugh as it fights for its live
That f..ck seems to have nine lives
Eight are spent now f..cking die
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries
