The Torture Lyrics - Axis Of Advance

Blood soaked despair 

Creating an air of paranoia 

Where brothers fear each other 

And kill without question 

Shooting in all directions 

Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths 

The sickness grips right at the throat 

Diabolical means, proving the point 

Of human weakness 

Tactically implemented paradigm 

Designed in the laboratory 

Men losing control of their minds 

Hallucinating horrific distortions 

Flesh feeding the military machine 

Bringing troops to their knees 

Begging for relief 

That will only come in some form of death 

Choking on blood, ripping apart 

Gutted corpses, stale the stench 

Of powder and rot, loud the sound 

Of endless bombs, horrific the sights 

Choking on blood, ripping apart 

Gutted corpses, stale the stench 

Of powder and rot, loud the sound 

Of endless bombs, horrific the sights 

Not one stands still 

Researchers examine 

Remains they created 

By subjecting these poor souls 

To the torture