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Strapped Down, don't say a word; it won't be over for a while

Traumatic stress torture now controls the thoughts in your mind

It's the act of revenge, for your life must be taken

Now feel the sharp blade, cutting through your trembling flesh

Trapped in the mind, Paralyzed

Constant state of hate

There is no way to escape your decay;

Your tomb of flesh will now become

Dead On An Operating Table

I'm still alive.  Look into my eyes and see that I am a pawn

A rotting pile of dirt made of flesh and bone

End the cycle, the continuation of this life

Pray to nothing, no god shall ever set you free

Freedom crashes down

Opened minded decay

Die there; you’re alone.  You have been abandoned

Worthless memories of a life now purged and beaten down

Behold the unknown, the disturbing salvation

Descend into oblivion; for your paradise is now extinct

Dead!  You're Dead!  Dead!  We're All Dead!

You look down at me and all you see is a rotting piece of life.  An endless thought

There is no hope to rescue me when we become worthless slaves of their will

This will end your life