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My eyes well with tears as I'm pinned to the floor |
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Pants full of fear, held at the throat by an attack dog |
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A blood curdling cackle emits from a shadow at the door |
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I try to struggle loose but feel a tightening jaw |
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Thrown in the cellar and violently kicked about |
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Pummelled in my ribs, back, sides, head and mouth |
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'I needed his stereo and his widescreen TV |
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To sell down the pubs for crack money |
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Bewildered and faint after a blow to the head |
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A deeply cut gash spewing forth crimson-red |
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Tightly bound arms pulled all the way up my back |
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Hysterical screams of anguish drown out the nauseating cracks |
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Straps me to a bench with rusty hooks pushed through my skin |
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Assisted suicide-suspension of a reluctant victim |
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As I start to go limp from the insufferable pain |
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I'm awaken with a whack so I don't miss a thing |
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It doesn't seem real when my craniums scalped |
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Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out |
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Lost in a dark place, giving up on life |
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Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife |
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A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws |
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If I didn't know better I'd say he'd done this before |
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A flick of his wrist, there's no going back |
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The last thing I see before it all goes black |
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An easy, cushy life never had to graft |
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I just turned out wrong and wasted every chance |
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I was given, so I'm finally getting what was coming to me |
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Excruciating pain and agony |
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It doesn't seem real when my craniums scalped |
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Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out |
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Lost in a dark place, giving up on life |
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Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife |
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A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws |
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If I didn't know better I'd say he'd done this before |
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A flick of his wrist, there's no going back |
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The last thing I see before it all goes black |
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An amorphous bloody body, violated and left to rot |
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Face down in the corner, another number now forgot |
