Pistolwhipped (Fleshgrind)

Deep in the back of a meat packing plant Dragged through the plastic curtains... Eyes are glaring, fists are clenched, This darkened room, this awful stench... You're feeling the sanguineous hate In their stares, as you despair As if any answers you give will be lies You know that you are going to die! Before that they must make you talk Bound to a chair, pulled by your hair Feel a blow on the back of your neck Making you lose your breath Your neck snaps back You open your eyes, the pain is quite harsh Blood starts to flow from the open wound They scream their demands! You're pistolwhipped the bludgeons fly, impacting your head Pistolwhipped Your torment grows, eyes fill with dread Feeling the cracking on bone Tears stream from your eyes To them you are only telling lies Swinging their guns, blood drips and runs... You scream from the pain Until your death, you are driven insane Nose is broken, lips are split Losing your functions, you piss and you shit Eye sockets swollen, battered and bruised The handles of their shiny pistols were used The boss isn't satisfied, he still wants more Your blood covers the floor But there is only os much you can take.. Before you lose it all and pass away.. Useless recollection... On how this became your termination.. A final blow, from each one The damage is now down To them this was fun Beaten to death with the butt of a gun