White Skull. Torture. Zeneszám

I was forced to confess a guilt
That I have never committed
Thirty minutes of fear
My executioner is here

Every time he starts again
And he tries to know the truth

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Torture time to save the soul
There's no blood to give the words
Many times you've heard the screams
Innocents haven't left the signs

Flat-nose pliers incandescent

To tear the flesh without blood
The wheel begins to stretch
The water in my throat

Every time he starts again
I feel the pain across my body

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