Morbus Chron - Ways Of Torture lyrics

Ways of Torture.. Caught within a wooden box With small holes to breath Taking me somewhere else to die There my life will cease Hanging from the ceiling With my arms around my back Shoulders dislocated Faint from pain, all is black Dreaming of salvation, beauty, life and hope Waking up by whippings f**, I'm still hanging from a rope Tube down my throat Feeding me fat, feeding my goat Feeding me more Stomach explodes, gore all over the floor Dragged through fat and goat To a room as a doctor takes note Rodents munch on my leg With dislocated shoulders I beg Eaten by the Rats Ways of Torture..