The Torture Fields

I ride a cockroach

Down your streets of trash

Baptized in shadow

Born in a car crash

I'm headed down to the place

Where they beg for the blade

Where the ground weeps blood

Where the sky cries in pain

In the distance

I swear I can hear

The thumbscrews turn

In the torture fields

The thrill of violence

Is what I seek

The sweet

Tension and release

When I close my eyes

It's like I can feel

The countess

Crack the whip

In the torture fields

Hail the wrong

Praise the obscene

Death upon

It's skeletal steed

Into the fields, I step

Lit by mounds of burning flesh