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FLESHGRIND lyrics : "Pistolwhipped"

Deep in the back of a meat packing plant
Dragged through the plastic curtains.
Eyes are glaring, fists are clenched

This darkened room, with this awful stench.

You're feeling the sanguineus hate

in their stares, as you despair
As if any answers you give will be lies
You know that you are gonna 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 pistol whipped
the bludgeons fly, impacting your head

Pistol whipped
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 the 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 %#@!

Eye sockets swollen, battered and bruised
The handles of their shiny pistols are used
The boss isn't satisfied, he still wants more

Your blood covers the floor

But there is only so much more 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 done, to them this was fun

Beaten to death with the butt of a gun

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