Through the Eyes of the Killer - Towering over You

Blindfold — drunk on killers of pain
Deprived of senses
Scared to death — not aware of reasons
Stripped of ability to move
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white
I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite
Torture — Cellar, experiencing pain
The last place that you’ll see
Sexual violence — serving as a tool
To make me sane anew
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white
I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite
What comes around, goes around
And now you reap what you sowed
A fistful of hatred meets your bleeding face
Invocation of your end of days
I forgot the laws of mercy I’ll show you none
Say sorry and the pain will soon be gone
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white
I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite