Cat O'Nine Tails کے بول

A tendency towards violence Predisposed to kill Madness threatening to uncloak Truth can't be exposed No remorse, no hesitation Destroying all that stands in the way Pushed on the rail of a train Body trisected under the wheels Cord rung around the neck Twisting and turning Squeezing the life out While she writhes in pain Violent deaths well-deserved My mark branded into their flesh A scar carved across their face With an old-fashioned razor Falling down the elevator shaft Grabbing the cables, hands smoking Flesh burning from the rapid descent Body crushed down, inevitable death