A tight grasp around your throat, squeezing the life outnI keep the clasp until you choke, seconds of torturenMy hands, your swelling veins, eyes bulging outnSlowly dying, you now stop fighting, you're all alonennA violent murderernPsychotic monsternAnother deathnBy strangulationnnCrushing your vocal chords, sick sounds of dyingnYour inert face turns blue, I hold your limp bodynRespiratory organs fatally damagednEyes and mouth open wide, I rip your tongue outnA violent murderernPsychotic monsternAnother deathnBy strangulation