Sentenced to Live

I can see that torture
Will be the only way
To get the prisoner to talk
Now morning breaks
With a shattering scream
As a razorblade removes the skin on his feet
But still there's no reaction
Denial is his first response
Must intensity my actions?
Skin him alive!
Day two and the sessions start again
The subjects pale and sleep deprived
You can see his morale is broken
And his sanity is frayed
So I made him pray to a dog
To gain a sense of humiliation
And now I see reaction
The confession darts to surface
So I severed two of his fingers
To speed up the process
Emaciated cries of horror fill the hallways
Mutilation of the subjects caused by torture
Traumatizing effects that last forever
Psychological decay
The legacy of Pol Pot lives on
In the minds of the tortured
Haunted forever by the memories
They're plagued for the rest of their lives
Once a broken man, now a shell remains
Of a tattered soul in pain
Waiting to die
The legacy of Pol Pot lives on
In the minds of the tortured
Haunted forever by the memories
They 're plagued for the rest of their lives
Once a broken man, now a shell remains
Of a tattered soul sentenced to live
There's no limit to the pain
Bring you back from the dead
Force-fed feces
Hanging upside down
As you pray to the dog
Suffocation near death
Mock executions breaking you down
Your confessions are in vain
You don't even know the ******* names