Fleshgrind - Pistolwhipped Lyrics
Deep in the back of a meat packing plantDragged through the plastic curtains...Eyes are glaring, fists are clenched,This darkened room, this awful stench...You're feeling the sanguineous hateIn their stares, as you despairAs if any answers you give will be liesYou know that you are going to die!Before that they must make you talkBound to a chair, pulled by your hairFeel a blow on the back of your neckMaking you lose your breathYour neck snaps backYou open your eyes, the pain is quite harshBlood starts to flow from the open woundThey scream their demands!You're pistolwhippedthe bludgeons fly, impacting your headPistolwhippedYour torment grows, eyes fill with dreadFeeling the cracking on boneTears stream from your eyesTo them you are only telling liesSwinging their guns, blood drips and runs...You scream from the painUntil your death, you are driven insaneNose is broken, lips are splitLosing your functions, you piss and you shitEye sockets swollen, battered and bruisedThe handles of their shiny pistols were usedThe boss isn't satisfied, he still wants moreYour blood covers the floorBut there is only os much you can take..Before you lose it all and pass away..Useless recollection...On how this became your termination..A final blow, from each oneThe damage is now downTo them this was funBeaten to death with the butt of a gun
