As Sand Falls - Without a Trace

Salt Bath

Sinc your hands in the dirt
Why hold on
The soil breaks
Loose

Was it worth it
Death is counting down
The cheering audience
Knows he will be

Mutilate this waste of human flesh
Mutilate this waste of human flesh

Screaming in pain the truth will come

Death will come I promise
Death will come I promise
Not a dry eye in the crowd
Now we spawn hell on earth

Barrel up in smoke
Rats start to flee
Eating through the flesh
Now off with his hands

Looking down he knows his fate
Just except it if you can
He shrieks as he's set on fire
He will never steal again

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Writer(s): Jake Goodman
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