The Torture - Axis of Advance

The Torture Lyrics

Blood soaked despair
Creating an air of paranoia
Where brothers fear each other
And kill without question
Shooting in all directionsTrampling each other, cudgeling deaths
The sickness grips right at the throat
Diabolical means, proving the point
Of human weaknessTactically implemented paradigm
Designed in the laboratory
Men losing control of their minds
Hallucinating horrific distortionsFlesh feeding the military machine
Bringing troops to their knees
Begging for relief
That will only come in some form of deathChoking on blood, ripping apart
Gutted corpses, stale the stench
Of powder and rot, loud the sound
Of endless bombs, horrific the sightsChoking on blood, ripping apart
Gutted corpses, stale the stench

Of powder and rot, loud the sound
Of endless bombs, horrific the sightsNot one stands still
Researchers examine
Remains they created
By subjecting these poor souls
To the torture