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As I stand over your limp body

I think of what could be different

How you could have possibly

Made the events turn to your favor

But blatant lies and treacherous doings

Will make the world turn against you

Do you not feel it?

Does it not sink deep into your soul?

All the wrong doings you caused so many

And how each of us is burning a bridge?

Soon, there will be no escape for you

Already you are disillusioned

Wondering how you ended up in this room

Do you NOT remember?

Did it not stick with you?

We're fucking through with you

As you have nothing left to give 

You tried to hold so many hostage

Just to abandon them 

when it was convenient for you

But, here we are, in numbers

Ready to tear you down

As you can see, 

since you're still in a puddle  on the floor

Not knowing what the fuck happened

Do I need to enlighten you?

Maybe spark up that memory of yours

No worries, 

the knives are only if you don't cooperate

You'll be just fine,

Maybe you'll get out unscathed 

But that's funny, because torture is sweet

And I cannot let you take the easy way out 

I cannot name names, 

as I only see faceless bodies

But, I can say, they are angry 

You're kingdom will come down

That smile on your face?

Well, we have a nice hot iron 

No worries, we got you

You will not be safe in here

I promise to you 

Revenge is a dish served piping red hot

And you will get yours 

poured down your throat

Do not worry, or panic

Do not cry, or even fear

For we will make this as painful as possible

I hope you love fire, like I do

Open your eyes, why are you screaming?

I thought you'd enjoy torment

I thought torture was the way to a woman's heart

Right? I mean, that's how you work 

Women never know where they stand with you

And when you get them to absolutely trust you

You side swipe them, and disappear

Into the night, no word

Nothing to say, the torture is over

Without a note, without a word

I really did mean nothing to you 

I see why there is so much pain in this group of women

We're all just trying to move past you

The motherfucking devil, himself

Because who else would do what you did?

Oh, hey. Here we are. It is time

I will push the gurney

After we load your writhing body

The doctor will take care of you

No worries. We'll hold your hand, if you ask

After all, it must be frightening 

Knowing, you will soon be set free

The torture will end, do not fret

Its almost over, all of this

Soon, your soul will be set free

Enjoy your last moments

As electricity runs through your body

So close... so very close, 

until I can say goodbye

No more bridges for you to cross

You better hope there isn't a hell