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Dying Fetus

Subterfuge

 

Subterfuge

(album: Make Them Beg For Death - 2023)


In this fucked game, the ruse is too real
When mixed with pain, your knowledge is revealed
To learn about your purpose, suffering is useful
There's no out of bounds, no one here is neutral
Time to test your mettle, you're next on the list
Can you hold on from men that don't exist?

Sleep deprived, starved, bound and gagged
Forced to forget yourself and everything you had
Deception first, laying the groundwork for your new life
As you adapt, getting used to constant strife
Anxious when the next session is set to begin
Enduring torment, something like stone is deep within
Passing boundaries, never thought you could outlast
Never undergone anything like this in the past

Accepting your situation, this is your cross to bear
Target of anguish, you may never leave this lair
Slave to imagination, envision what is left for you
Ingenuity of torture, if you're alive, they're not through
Feeding into panic, delusion rife with thoughts of escape
Only need a moment of an advantage, yours to take
Relying on this hope, the only optimism in time
Impending death is to be the sum of your crime

Lies start to fly, looking for an end to this
Forgetting replies, swirling around in the abyss
They hear what they want, got a job to do
Infuriated captors, deceit is all you spew
Taunting them to lengthen the time until you die
Intractable nuisance, to relentlessly defy
Insolence provokes, daring them to step it up
Bluntly challenged, fuck you, you fuck

Fingernails to cutting what will get them past
Your immovable strength, waterboard your ass
Conclusion for all ever entering this room
After the last time, this becomes your tomb
Forced them to struggle just out of spite
Impressed by your will and your zeal to fight

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