An illusion maybe a mirage of sanity Somewhere in the distance creeping by in such vanity Place your hope out in front, take all that you have And leave it for somebody else who really needs a good laugh You cannot hide, no matter where you go The definition of torture you think you really know? So step back, and brace your self for some fun 'Cause what he's done to you will make you pray for a gun Come on down to his basement of toys That can dig right through your pretty flesh before you make any noise Now face this force Spit-ridden grin staring you down Laughing like some macabre clown Who starts to walk right up to you After your disemboweled you'll feast on a plate of maggots from the ground Followed by the bones of your lover whose head is planted on your wall forever Then rips your arm off and starts to chew Then throws it right back at you