as a little boy he played strange games no toy he ever touched but when nobody looked his body cooked in his soul were burning flames oh my son i see your talent waiting for such guys like you satan s in his throne in his dark damned doom his help he ll surely send oh little mouse where is your head do you want something instead now little bird you see my blade now you see i know my trade tormentor he s the master in his own four walls lives a life in fun cause his only joy is a living toy somebody to cut off oh bloody body where s your head can t find it in this mess misused life i can t stand it but i ll have success tormentor