5 September 2012
The blackest night Insists upon fright Invades your light Hurts your might
Still you adventure Quite unsure A bash between 'burrs' Leaving it all in a blue
Wake up confused Not at all amused To a bed, you're fused Of malicious acts, you're accused
Brutally beaten You continue screamin' Go through mutilation Your heart is racin'
No idea why you're there Under thier 'loving care' Your skin bleeding bare Then you're moved to the chair
Strapped in, from head to toe You're fighting every blow Drugged and useless, called a how Then electricity begins to flow
A sudden jolt Your head bolts Damn this murderous cult You're dead, and it's their fault
The Chair • Opuss № I