Lyrics:
""Instruments of torture of death and of pain They're coming to take you away Locked in a chamber bound up in chains Hid from the light of the day
Instruments of torture
Push blades
Into vital areas
Screaming as you
Gasp for air
But I don't really
Give a fuck
Land of hysteria
Where it's dark and scary ya
Of massacres and suicides
They pass through your hands
Satisfying your appetite
Instruments of torture
Opening bodies with madness
Holy death is looking for you
'round
On instruments of torture
And one of them is poisonous
The other is a thief they say
So what one could give to her
The other cannot take away
down
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
She stands and fails
On fashion fingernails
Her lovers have her walking 'round
On instruments
and the Shadows played FBI
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
Sat in the station, sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack
down [Repeat x4]
She stands and fails
On fashion fingernails
Her lovers have her walking 'round
On instruments of torture
And one of them is
Mes sentiments (lala)
sont des instruments (lala)
De torture quand (lala)
mon ami me manque (lala)
De suspicions (lala)
en allusions (lala)
Do instruments of torture count?
No
Is mayonnaise an instrument?
No, patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument.
Cause I'm a modern day Hendrix
I don't
mayonnaise an instrument
Customization
Genius
Not the navy
Do instruments of torture count
He's tenderizing the ground
Of course
Write that down, write
incarnate
As instruments of torture
And leaving no room for sympathy
We bring forth the monstrous birth
To the worlds light
As all great art is
Playing G-d is not my speed, but for you it holds appeal
So just do the things you need, and I'll play the cards you deal
Your instruments
The consequence of wrong choices
Instruments of torture, the floor covered with blood
Punishment for gays, poisonous plague
to their feral desires
Such unholy rot radiates its fury in us
Clawing away at the will for light
Such foul beings come for us with instruments of torture
Playing God is not my speed, but for you it holds appeal
So just do the things you need, and I'll play the cards you deal
Your instruments
est un mélodieux instrument de torture
Jamais en accord, j'ai condamné ce futur
Un soir de juillet, de chaleur, arrosé de rhum pur
Tu sais bien après
instruments of torture
Malice my God, gore my apostle
Faith Through Pain
Sacrament's bane
Death's cold embrace
adorns body and soul
Nothingness
With sex
Another night the moonlight dying
The whisky drying on my lips
Instruments of torture vying
To tear my heart into bits
The shadows falling
I hear you
prétextes,
Leurs armes quémandées aux plus grands nations.
Ils feront toujours de toi leur instrument de torture.
Ils feront toujours de toi leur putain
Time to kill
Time to pay
Final killing
Deadly psychopath, instruments of torture
Master of pain, it gives him pleasure
Serrated blades, leave no witness
Slave
You are Slave
We are Slaves
I don't believe in freedom
Instruments of torture
Religious symbols
The blind cannot see
That the soul is bleeding
All
the things I kept from
you,
You know my bitter side,
We've got to learn to crawl round love
Before we fall inside,
Of all the instruments of torture
That
to show you around
We got pots here, guillotine, other instruments of torture
We’re sure you like it hahaha
FIRE
and agony
Instruments of torture to make you bleed
Accusations, forced confessions
Death is ordered, slowly tortured
Dismemberment, tortured flesh
Hanging
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