Screaming for mercy, begging to be let go
What lies in your future, sure ain't growing old
Iron maiden or the rack would be heaven from here
Beg your mind to leave this place, to just pass out from fear
Chorus
A torture chamber, a breeding ground for fear
A painful death for you is growing ever near
Can't even see your fate cause they're gouging out your eyes
Beyond hell, is where you're gonna die
Still screaming and hurting, your asking "Oh God why?"
It's becoming evident, that fate's not on your side
Blotting out escape, the torture now resumes
Picking up the chainsaw, its here, the end, your doom