Red Room

Waking up suddenly seated in a dark room

Spoiler alert it will be doom and gloom

He cannot open his eyes, sewn eyelids

Tinnitus ringing in the ears, his eyes bleed

The workhorse is coming

Can you feel his fucking presence?

You cannot see you cannot hear you feel that shit he feels your fears

Half smiling

Panic is marked on his face he cannot see he cannot breathe

The cold contact of the chair is giving him chills

A small window is closed by a piece of paper

The only hope to escape if there is a savior

How can you watch him die?

This is the shame of humanity

He is thinking of his younger child, this is real, not a fucking movie

Tip and tip more and more

To watch him suffer, and more than ever, and when he will pass away

Room will be closed that's the end of the red room

It's a smell like putrefaction, they're passing out in a pool of blood

No way to escape from this situation, the blood is sinking on the ground

How can you watch him die?

The countdown has just started fifty minutes ago

All eves are directed on the torture chamber

Police are incompetent

Tips are raining until their last movement

The biggest tip has been sent

Consequence of the money on the man

Consequence of the profit even for death!

TEN NINE EIGHT

NO LOVE JUST HATE

(Another death)

SIX FIVE FOUR

WHAT YOU FIGHT FOR

(Another death)