Fleshgrind - Whacked Lyrics

Watching the victim plead

For an immediate death

Torture is the worst kind



Of brutal punishment

Life slowly erodes

Never ending agony



Unbearable pain

In and out of conciousness

Hoping for a fast death



That seems so far away

Beg for your death

Hoisted upon the meathook



Anally impaled

Rectum engulfing the meathook

In excruiating pain



Your screams cause delight

Watching in horror as your

your f*cking sodomized



As this wasn't enough

Your knee caps were smashed

With hammers



Methodical torturing

Torture everlasting

Electric shocks to the ball sack



Cattle prod just warming up

Deprived of your manhood

Through the use of a cattle prod



pouring water on your genitalia

Blistered and burnt testicles

Turning and twisting



Ripping your rectum wide

Burnt flesh in the air

Down on the meathook you slide



Screams of pain being at the end

Gates of pain open up wide

If burnt testicles wasn't enough



Ice pick pierces burnt flesh

Fluid and blood leak through

wound just made

your screams are so loud



But no one can hear

It's living not dying is your fair

Shoved into your ureatha



Repitive stabbing of gentalia

Crimson streams exit your prick

Bludgeoned cock lies hopeless, not much left



taking your last breath in the last moments

Died upon the meathook, Mob boss satisfied



Body finally lies lifeless

Eyes sunken in, turn green

Your coffin is a trunk of a car

Homemade funeral for the past

Another victim has been whacked!