Through the Eyes of The Killer - Towering Over You

Blindfold - drunk on killers of pain

Deprived of senses

Scared to death - not aware of reasons

Stripped of ability to move

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white

I'll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite

Torture - Cellar, experiencing pain

The last place that you'll see

Sexual violence - serving as a tool

To make me sane anew

What comes around, goes around

And now you reap what you sowed

A fistful of hatred meets your bleeding face

Invocation of your end of days

I forgot the laws of mercy - I'll show you none

Say sorry and the pain will soon be gone