The Interrogation
Blackness
Don’t know if it’s night or day
No one to help me
Locked in
Woken up every hour of today
To feed me poison
Interrogation
Threatens my soul – questions
All they do is breaking my will
With vicious pain- turmoil
My mind is being torn from inside
I start eating from his hand
Interrogation
Demolish my soul
First he breaks your will
Then destroys your mind
I can’t seem to fight it
Lose my individual self
Make me slave
Make me a whore
Where is the truth and what is it for? – interrogation
Crucify my soul
Burnt brain
I begin to be someone else than me
I’m changing inside
Shut down
Another zombie risen again
A model citizen – interrogation
Is your black throne
