As the chlorophorm is starting to wear off
You will soon come to realize
That the path behind you is all you'll ever get
Your life is through, no future lies ahead
Strapped on my table in my temple of demise
Inside these walls I am your god
A vast collection of instruments for death
Your truthfull moment is all that I expect
Show me your will to live
And then your suffering will end
Bite through the pain, suffer through the strain
And show me how far you can get
In this marathon of torture and demise
I 'll take my time stretching your life's thread
Break your bones, remove some skin off from your flesh
I'll let you pick and choose which part to cut off next
What are you willing to give up to save your life
Or is there something else you want
Let me witness the fire in your eyes
When they are set on what you are ready to die for
I like your calmness when I drive the blade
Into your flesh and scrape the bone
Determination etched upon your face
Don't ever let me see you crawl