Album: Endgame
It's time to take your last walk in this world
before your journey begins underground.
Not before we torment you
from here, sent straight to hell!
Shortest order in between.
Begging for mercy you're all alone,
unable to handle the pressure.
Before its mortification!
Now let's just sort you up again!
Dear Father Head crusher
Head crusher!
Dear Father Head crusher!
Wow!
Got a ripping torture device.
for those who fail interrogation,
the most painful technique ever know,
people search for the worst
the stuff that's in exploration.
Beaten, broken, in bloody wreck
Bagging hits off the waste its payback death
It's much too late.
Now let's just sort you up again!
Dear Father Head crusher
Head crusher!
Dear Father Head crusher!
On your knees prisoners take your positions
place your face forward into the restraint
your head slowly caves in from the compression
you'll faint to black out from the infernal pain
Way to stay, as long as the sky is blue.
You'll see how to break it loose;
try to make your way out.
When in doubt, cutting through like broken glass,
seeing through, impregnates the sky,
battery clouds,
There's Nothing You Can Do!