Place the hand on its throat
Feel the fragile windpipe
Slowly tighten your grip
Watch closely its eyes
When they are rolling over
Then release your grip
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries
Now it is gasping for air
Great moment to throw it at a wall
Shrieks of pain at an empty hallway
Death has never come so slow
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries
Die insane
I will you to die insace
In the end you will die insane
Watch it crawl back to its hole
Laugh as it fights for its live
That **** seems to have nine lives
Eight are spent now ****ing die
I have sworn to make your life a living hell
Torture knows no boundaries