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Down in the deep recessesOf my tortureI am spreadeagled by itWatching the knifeSlowly going inExposing my nakedThumping heartAnd I shed a tearFor a grey skyMy executioner is maskedI try to take a deep breathAs she rips the aortaHoping that she also ripsMy lungs or windpipeSo that I can play herThe final power chordOf my last intakeStraight into her faceThe tear running down mineWill be the last thing I feelBefore I awakeTo collect my shreaded dreamsFrom around the universeIn which they'd been strewn
Down in the deep recessesOf my tortureI am spreadeagled by itWatching the knifeSlowly going inExposing my nakedThumping heartAnd I shed a tearFor a grey skyMy executioner is maskedI try to take a deep breathAs she rips the aortaHoping that she also ripsMy lungs or windpipeSo that I can play herThe final power chordOf my last intakeStraight into her faceThe tear running down mineWill be the last thing I feelBefore I awakeTo collect my shreaded dreamsFrom around the universeIn which they'd been strewn