Ram the mic into your brain, use it as a fucking drain//
your bound to go insane, when i take the part for pain//
Just place you for the mirror, prepare for mental fears//
you can't feel anything, watch me cut of both your ears//
I can do what i want, it looks like it just rained//
blood flowing everywhere, your unable to faint//
Make the flamethrower burn of all your fucking hair//
tied to the chair, i just laugh and leave you there//

~Lynch~

Next weapon: a Rat