Crude Paroles

And cannot take food
I think that their methods are
A little crude

They've severed
Most of your limbs
Your brain and eyesight
Are going dim

Well they've strangled you
'Til your face went blue
I think that their methods are
A little crude

They cut off your ears
Pulled your nails out
You've answered all their questions
But they can still doubt

Well all your senses Well they've shit in your shit in your
Shir in your face
Then dumped your body
Without a trace

Lacerated and in the nude
I think that their methods are frankly
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Crude

Then when I asked your tormentors
Wasn't it odd
They said no
We're just doing our job