Welcome to madhouse, this is the sanatorium San Agustin Today your life begins, in the hell, you will die here A bath with cold water, a brutal beating and a shirt of force Your demurrage began with, the electrotherapy We go to the electricity room, sit down in the throne of the burnt king Because two hundred volts, they toasted your flesh The electric crashes, they atrophy your brain, your rotten eyes will come out Your brain swells, you vomit as a dog, calm I don't want to murder you Alone I am welcoming you to my madhouse with elecrotherapy This it is hardly the beginning