Martin Axenrot - My Torturer lyrics

Face down in a plastic covered room I awake My entire body's screaming from excruciating pain Abducted and kept in here for days on end Defined to the mind of a man so vile I've been beaten and burnt, molested and carved in He has peeled the skin off my back with a plane And with a 40-inch lead pipe and excessive force He's turned my hands and knees into gore Compulsive cruelty My body's a canvas for his urge A sick mind emerge In this desperate time of need to god I turn May my torturer's flesh in hell forever burn A fierce panic sets in, as a new run begins A sickening sensation as the drillbit meets the skin Leaving gaping holes for my insides to pour through My cries in vain "please end the pain" spur him on even further And then a fretting sting as the acid's poured in A wretched sound of hissing my organs frying within Force-fed my daily drug to keep infections from spreading To extend the time of torture till I remain no more Nothing left to hold on to All hope has faded away Unheeded are all my cries Begging for my demise A painful path into the ground Never to be found