Down in syntho-mine number nine
Me and the mutants are doing quite fine
We received the stimu-spray, cold as ice
It keeps us going nice, then they come for us at night
With their gleaming metal teeth
Tendrils from the pulsing control rod
Enters my brain, gives pleasure, gives pain
What could it be except a god?
I remember the surface world like a dream
I remember green
Now the flesh has been shredded from my arms
And been rewoven with steel
Now my body is mutilated
But still my mind can feel
They wanna study why I cry, when I kill
And what they must do before I will
Torture-Torture-Torture
They apply
Torture-Torture-Torture
They apply
Torture of the mind
Torture of the soul
Torture of the body
Torture of the mind
Torture of the soul
Torture of the body
The alarm is exploding it's time for the arena
But all I know truly is that I still live
Decided by only the death that I give
Or receive, decided by games
Sensors record and reflect on the pain
If my body rejects my implanted slay-mits
They'll burn me alive and recycle the bits
It's like a mental tractor beam
Tearing at my mind can't you hear it scream
Until the night and their delight
They gave me a woman then turned off the lights
Upon a glowing screen, images are seen
They watch us suck and fuck
They think that it's obscene
They took her away
We'll meet again one day
But not that way, not that way, not that way, not that way
Tearing at the tractor beam
Piling on the pressure let the protons scream
Simulated cyber-slay
No purpose, just another day of
Torture-Torture-Torture
They apply
Torture-Torture-Torture
They apply
Torture of the mind
Torture of the soul
Torture of the body
Torture of the mind
Torture of the soul
Torture of the body
They lost their souls
They gained control
Whirling metal fest of knives
Driving needles into eyes
Again I've come out alive
But always they are in my mind
With drugs and sex they gild my cage
By brutish acts, I pay with rage
But always I feel inside
They watch my thoughts and see through my eyes
In the gladiatorial hives
I fight to stay alive
Tearing at the tractor beam
Images without a screen
Piling on the power let the protons scream
Could it be a dream, something so obscene?
One day I'll die
And when I do I'll try
To somehow become free
And take one of those things to hell with me
They made me kill my sister
They made me fucking fist her
They made me have sex with her corpse
They noted my remorse
In the realm of the Perfects
In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects
In the realm of the Perfects
In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects
In the realm of the Perfects
In the realm of the Perfects, Perfects
They noted my remorse
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