Pistolwhipped

Deep in the back of a meat packing plant

Dragged through the plastic curtains...

Eyes are glaring, fists are clenched,

This darkened room, this awful stench...

You're feeling the sanguineous hate

In their stares, as you despair

As if any answers you give will be lies

You know that you are going to die!

Before that they must make you talk

Bound to a chair, pulled by your hair

Feel a blow on the back of your neck

Making you lose your breath

Your neck snaps back

You open your eyes, the pain is quite harsh

Blood starts to flow from the open wound

They scream their demands!

You're pistolwhipped

the bludgeons fly, impacting your head

Pistolwhipped

Your torment grows, eyes fill with dread

Feeling the cracking on bone

Tears stream from your eyes

To them you are only telling lies

Swinging their guns, blood drips and runs...

You scream from the pain

Until your death, you are driven insane

Nose is broken, lips are split

Losing your functions, you piss and you shit

Eye sockets swollen, battered and bruised

The handles of their shiny pistols were used

The boss isn't satisfied, he still wants more

Your blood covers the floor

But 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 one

The damage is now down

To them this was fun

Beaten to death with the butt of a gun