Torture Games

Lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Bushpig] I hunger for suffering and the sexual vileness Erotic injuries, it's sadistic and violent Corrosions of the flesh from the withering vagina Mutilated phallus forced right up inside her Torture games make a blood sport from the slayings No restraints, let the morbid thoughts reawaken Dead cunt play after fatal penetrating Sex in the grave is what I've always been craving Funnel the guts from the crevice of your sliced rectum Sucking the blood is my fetish, shit's no exception Mix it all together so the flavour is perfected Clitoral aggressor, use the razor as my weapon Sew the mess shut with a straw to the urethra Create the best cunt with the help of anesthesia Drug nip and and tuck in my operating theatre Bitches getting cut, we're degrading each feature Slaves fed up then I push the blade deeper Killing when I fuck and violate so you're speechless Eminent attrition comes to every mortal creature Every last victim's getting tortured just to teach 'em Addicted to the gore, acting like I'm death's master Innards dripping on the floor, smashing pieces of your ass off The pink incisions torn, we'll be scraping through the pussy froth Circumcision porn is arousing to be part of Cutting skin on my worm just enough to get a hard on Cock rings keep me firm for ineffable bombardment The spikes on my girdle are adjustable and sharpened To hack away the colon meat of every last harlot Scarred skin stained with the blood red scarlet Asses break, bring the pain as you're carved up Morbid forms of torture on the innocent and harmless Harvesting the suffering then turn you to a carcass Prolonging your life for our sexual pleasures Performing each slice with a heightened awareness Platypus venom I use for injections Warping the state of cutaneous receptors Sustaining abuse without killing each specimen Maintaining the victims with CPM Mechanised discipline, artful infliction Of pain on each organ much worse than BDSM Regulate muscles and bones with devices That make sure the death is postponed Reborn in the flesh after dying so slow Enslaving your entire existence even your soul Traumatic inflictions take hold of your sanity Evil sadism, your minds are controlled Brainwashing all servants to fit to my mould I'll discipline mortal meat 'till it turns cold [Chorus: MC Bushpig] Torture games, this is the sickest and crudest of sadistic amusements Leave your ass dripping mucous, you're all mortal slaves We put the brutalist uses of abuse in your future Punish all of these humans with these torture games This is the sickest and crudest of sadistic amusements Leave your ass dripping mucous, you're all mortal slaves We put the brutalist uses of abuse in your futures Punish all of these mutants with these Torture games… Torture games… Torture games… Torture games!