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 fuck seems to have nine lives

Eight are spent now fucking die

I have sworn to make your life a living hell

Torture knows no boundaries