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Just got home from a shitty day at work,

Open up TOR and I start to lurk,

Pretty little thing, long blonde hair,

Real fucking shame she's strapped to the chair,

You should see the look in her eyes,

When they bring out all the knives,

She's screaming that she'll get out alive,

But I paid to watch her die.

Money goes in, blood comes out,

Broadcasting live from the red room,

Money goes in, blood comes out,

They won't survive the red room.

Next up, mister John Doe,

Just a man with nowhere to go,

Nails in his hands, nails in his feet,

He'll be a corpse when he leaves that seat,

Just a body that nobody mourns,

When we're done, blow his lungs out his uniform,

No remorse when I hear their cries,

Watching death makes me feel alive.