The Nature of Torture

The straps are bound to keep you tight in place The gleam of the clean steel before the cutting begins Blade slips into flesh accented by your screams Why would I kill you when I can keep you alive Another bleak day begins for me again The endless mediocrity week after week A soulless dawn, another meaningless night Was there something I pretended that I want Desperation is the sickest kind of hope Bound in life to a game you’re born to lose The only solace you never had To grow old and feeble and die The call of possession keeping competition strong Climb up the ladder on the corpses of your peers And when you reach that final summit of gain The stranglehold around your throat will begin to choke The voices won’t stop calling my name I’ve got nothing left for them to take My life before me stretches into eternity What I so wanted has put me here in hell Desperation is the sickest kind of hope Bound in life to a game you’re born to lose The only solace you never had To grow old and feeble and die