Lyrics
they scream their demands
before that they must make you talk
Fists are clenched, blood starts to flow from the open wound
battered and bruised
The bludgeons fly, beaten to death with the butt of a gun Pistolwhipped, feeling the cracking on bone
Deep in the back of a meat packing plant, until your death
In their stares, he still wants more, the handles of their shiny pistols were used
feeling the cracking on bone
Pulled by your hair, you scream from the pain, he still wants more
The boss isn t satisfied, eye sockets swollen
Useless recollection, eye sockets swollen
Impacting your head, from each one Fleshgrind, you open your eyes
pistolwhipped
The damage is now down, blood drips and runs
Useless recollection, feel a blow on the back of your neck Fleshgrind, as you despair
The damage is now down, you scream from the pain
The boss isn t satisfied, your neck snaps back Fleshgrind, until your death
To them you are only telling lies, beaten to death with the butt of a gun
from each one
but there is only os much you can take
As if any answers you give will be lies, bound to a chair
Feel a blow on the back of your neck, dragged through the plastic curtains Fleshgrind, you scream from the pain
Eyes fill with dread, your torment grows, feel a blow on the back of your neck
This darkened room, lips are split
Impacting your head, blood starts to flow from the open wound, losing your functions
the handles of their shiny pistols were used
the boss isn t satisfied
Eye sockets swollen, nose is broken, feel a blow on the back of your neck
To them this was fun, fists are clenched Fleshgrind, he still wants more
Until your death, the damage is now down
Until your death, you re pistolwhipped
The pain is quite harsh, beaten to death with the butt of a gun
Bound to a chair, you re pistolwhipped, in their stares
your torment grows
making you lose your breath
You re pistolwhipped, they scream their demands Pistolwhipped, the bludgeons fly
to them this was fun
eye sockets swollen
To them this was fun, the damage is now down
Feeling the cracking on bone, you scream from the pain, feel a blow on the back of your neck
you re feeling the sanguineous hate
You re feeling the sanguineous hate, bound to a chair Pistolwhipped, the handles of their shiny pistols were used
Feel a blow on the back of your neck, fists are clenched
from each one
Pistolwhipped, your blood covers the floor
feel a blow on the back of your neck
Blood starts to flow from the open wound, you know that you are going to die, bound to a chair
Blood drips and runs, pistolwhipped Fleshgrind, this awful stench
you re feeling the sanguineous hate
Blood drips and runs, the boss isn t satisfied
as if any answers you give will be lies
as you despair
useless recollection
But there is only os much you can take, eye sockets swollen, on how this became your termination