13/5/03
It's me against the world
As usual, I am losing
Everyone for themselves in this pit of venom
The first to blink dies with a knife so curled
Dreams of escape and visions of home
Destroyed by the lack of life and the weapons of chrome
It's a long way before the torure rack stops moving
So pull on your arms until you bleed through your eyes
The more you scream, the more you are stretched
Suffocating them all with the stench of sweat
And the crack of breaking joints
One of the worst kinds you could get
Pools of blood around each victim
Torturers stood over them..watching for the faintest sound or movement
They were expected not to speak
Else the torture rack gets another tweal
This is all because of who they are and what they believe in
This is where you believe in who you are
These people are on an eternal misson
Never winning, never losng, always suffering
Until one day
They couldn't take it anymore
Blood drowning the floor
One man shouted out his protests
The torturers leaned over this one man who didn't move a muscle
Asking 'You scared yet, dying man?'
Spitting in his face, the man replied
'Fuck you and your confession...I die for what i believe in'
Enraged were the guards
They pulled him apart until he died
But his kind never gave in