The Torture (Axis of Advance)

Blood soaked despair Creating an air of paranoia Where brothers fear each other And kill without question Shooting in all directions Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths The sickness grips right at the throat Diabolical means, proving the point Of human weakness Tactically implemented paradigm Designed in the laboratory Men losing control of their minds Hallucinating horrific distortions Flesh feeding the military machine Bringing troops to their knees Begging for relief That will only come in some form of death Choking on blood, ripping apart Gutted corpses, stale the stench Of powder and rot, loud the sound Of endless bombs, horrific the sights Choking on blood, ripping apart Gutted corpses, stale the stench Of powder and rot, loud the sound Of endless bombs, horrific the sights Not one stands still Researchers examine Remains they created By subjecting these poor souls To the torture