Hung on a hook
Dead but alive
Now you can't move
Can you feel?
Fell the pain
Burning you inside
Flesh begins to decompose
Your organs ferment
Lungs dry as dust
Start to putrefact
Your bowels full of rotten gas
Your swollen body on a hook
Skin is dry, starts to crack
Flesh falls off from the bones
You feel you own stench
Hung on a hook
In the slaughterhouse
Watch me, you can't die
Eternal suffering on a hook
Feel the pain, taste it
Hung on a hook
Torment will never end!
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