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Out on a mission, no submission

Sharp dressed suited out they go it's torture time

So many faces ,so many choices

Ine miney mo the game is on your life is gone

Look in their eyes don't be surprised if you just freeze to death

A deadly glance is just enough to make you powerless

Hearts beating, horrid feeling shake like Parkinson's

The blades are out your life's a doubt they're in your house

The Torture Brothers!

Torturing is their formality

Somebody better call the casualty

Research and planning on their next attack

There is no point on you fighting back

Sharp dressed him and his brother

Never judge a book by it's cover

Seeking for gore whenever they're borred

Taking lives for them's a reward

Twin destruction no seduction keep their path clear

Come join their game and feel their pain they'll get you anyway

Whilst in their hands you'll piss your pants and scream in agony

Scream beg shout let me out now

The Torture Brothers!

Catch, trap, rape

Stab, stwist, slice

Torturing is their formality

Somebody better call the casualty

Research and planning on their next attack

There is no point on you fighting back