Greg Reynard

Now it’s over, you’re the lucky one
Chosen over any other one, we
Shall begin, the pain contorts your face.
Now I want to hear you screaming, oh!

Name your poison: Grief? Pain? I can’t get enough!
More misery! More fear!
All for me, the screams of your pain!
All for me, your death may be the prize!

Thought control, deadly hedonism
Vicious thoughts are on my mind
(Hunt you down without mercy!
Hunt you down, down, right!)
Thought control, deadly hedonism
My addiction to engage in these sadistic activities!

Now it’s over you are hopeless now,
Chained up prisoner, you’re shaking from the chill
Paint the walls red now with your life’s blood,
I still want to hear you screaming, oh!

Why? Why did you say you were here?
Oh, that’s right… it’s to delight me.
All for me, the screams of your pain.
All for me, your death will soon be mine.

Luck runs out! Luck runs out!
You lose! Mindless!
Lose over! Lose over!