Diary Of Torture Lyrics - Murder Metal - Macabre

When you wake in pain at 8am 

to my metal bed you are tied 

you struggle so I take my index finger 

and jab it several times into your eye 

a cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner 

pokes your eyes again and again 

I climb on your chest with an iron bar 

and repeatedly batter your hands 

Robert Berdella 

would torture young fellows 

until they were skin and bones 

and when they were dead 

the garbage man 

would take them away from his home 

Robert Berdella 

would torture young fellas 

until they were dead and cold 

then throw them out in gerbage bags 

to get them away from his home 

My fist has ripped your anal wall 

so penicillin I prescribe 

to keep you alive and subject you 

to much more torture before you die 

with a home-made ballast plugged in the wall 

7000 volts I apply 

with battery cables clambed on to your scrotum 

your testicles I will fry