Those two years run together like whiskey over ice Melted into memories like somebody else's life I'm glad to say, I've come around But if I could have one wish I'd like another try at twenty five Or was it twenty six Livin' hard was easy when I was

Blowtorch slaughter Predestined to incinerate The flesh is dripping from my face My limbs and torso mold as one as my blood is boiling Merciless disintegration Scourged through searing Incandescence Melt together Fire torture brings me intense pain