Torturaren Artea
Latzen
The Art of Torture
Lying long on the ground
I’m dragging my tongue through the dirt
Filled with the color red
I’ve got it on my back
And on top of that, I’m dragging my pain!
Everything has turned black
Feeling this deep pain
I’m missing my ears
But I can still hear
Applause for the one
Who’s been the killer
And now they treat him like a hero!
A steel weight on my back
A heart that’s half-beating
When the eyes turn back
When the blind turn back
Those who play the role
Of the street hypocrite
And then they don’t give a damn about anything!
Prepared for many years
A slave of humanity
Our bodies tortured
They pay to see us suffer!
