Overtorture (Bound to be dead)

This will be fun, you crossed the line
I lock you up, we’ll spend some time
You called me out, now back it up
Drain you of blood, collect it in a cup

Don’t ask me why
No matter why
I fuck you dead
Fuck you alive
This is my church
This is my chapel
This is where you die
I am your devil

Watch the pendulum – thy kingdom come
Fall asleep, fall asleep
Living sacrifice, picture paradise – die!
Hear me crush your bones
Feel me reap your flesh
Feel the saw, pierce your skin
Replace your arms with wings
You are my angel of sin

It’s an overtorture
It’s an over… overtorture!

Mmmm, so wonderful, taste of sin
Fear the blade, feel the razor’s touch
Opens up your skin, bloodlust, genitals

Now in my force, bound to be dead
Swing of the axe, cut of your legs
Call me a freak, call me a psycho
Run baby run, who is the freak now?

This freak needs perfection
This freak wants your head
Bound to be dead

It’s an over… overtorture!

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