Can They Suffer by Dead In The Dirt
Thrown into this filth routine
Baring their teeth, hammer comes down
Twist the knife, cut out their tongues
Blood drains down, when hung from rungs
"Can they suffer?"
Chained to the fucking floor
With the ravenous mouth screaming more
For this is the heartlessness of men
Victims of consumer convenience
Your fucking lies only serve
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