Killing Grounds

You, yes you. You, do it again.

Whispers in my ear, perverted thoughts I hear. Bondage and isolation, final destination.

Depth charge.

You, yes you. You, do it again.

Weapons of pleasure, weapons of pain. A torment scarfication, a conscious of shame.

You, yes you. You, do it again.

Depth charge.

Depth charge.