Killing Grounds

You, yes you. You, do it again.
Whispers in my ear, perverted thoughts I hear. Bondage and isolation, final destination.
Depth charge.
You, yes you. You, do it again.
Weapons of pleasure, weapons of pain. A torment scarfication, a conscious of shame.
You, yes you. You, do it again.
Depth charge.
Depth charge.