I can see that torture 
Will be the only way 
To get the prisoner to talk 
Now morning breaks 
With a shattering scream 
As a razorblade removes the skin on his feet 
But still there's no reaction 
Denial is his first response 
Must intensity my actions?
Skin him alive! 
Day two and the sessions start again 
The subjects pale and sleep deprived 
You can see his morale is broken 
And his sanity is frayed 
So I made him pray to a dog 
To gain a sense of humiliation 
And now I see reaction 
The confession darts to surface 
So I severed two of his fingers 
To speed up the process 
Emaciated cries of horror fill the hallways 
Mutilation of the subjects caused by torture 
Traumatizing effects that last forever 
Psychological decay 
The legacy of Pol Pot lives on 
In the minds of the tortured 
Haunted forever by the memories 
They're plagued for the rest of their lives 
Once a broken man, now a shell remains 
Of a tattered soul in pain 
Waiting to die 
The legacy of Pol Pot lives on 
In the minds of the tortured 
Haunted forever by the memories 
They're plagued for the rest of their lives 
Once a broken man, now a shell remains 
Of a tattered soul sentenced to live 
There's no limit to the pain 
Bring you back from the dead 
Force-fed feces 
Hanging upside down 
As you pray to the dog 
Suffocation near death 
Mock executions breaking you down 
Your confessions are in vain 
You don't even know the fucking names