Tell me the things that I need Otherwise you are going to bleed My knife for your blood has greed Remember that my brutal ways Will always succeed
Soon you will tell me the truth Because I will kill you with no excuse I dictate here the rules Now it's time to share with you The work of my tools
Chorus:
I won't make you dying fast Ripping from within your guts
Severe pain you will feel When I'll cut the tendons on knees The needles will go under nails Remember that my brutal ways Don't know any failures
How do you like all this scorn? You should have asked not to be born Few moments and your life is torn I will throw your corpse to pigs And no one will mourn
Chorus:
I won't make you dying fast Ripping from within your guts
Ripping from within your guts!!!
Don't wait for humaneness Every one cares about you less My work brings happiness I will give you ticket For the eternal rest
The truth serum's doing it's best Soon I will learn about your past Your life shall no longer last Ashes goes to ashes, Dust goes to dust.
Chorus:
I won't make you dying fast Ripping from within your guts I won't make you dying fast Ripping ! From! Within! Your Guts!