| Song | Asphyxiate |
| Artist | Genitorturers |
| Album | Sin City |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Your first encounter with the ones who made you | |
| Your senses low, yur pleasures grow | |
| Feel a chance to taste their disease | |
| White hands sew up the deed | |
| Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real | |
| And to dream all is real | |
| Another limb to lift the skin, press open | |
| Hands wide open | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| With your hand wide open | |
| With your hands wide | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin | |
| Till the dust hit you skin | |
| Your pleasures know their wager grow | |
| You lust to feel again | |
| Lick you wounds and come inside | |
| Hands wide open | |
| With you hands wide open | |
| Close your hands and come inside | |
| With your hands white! | |
| Friend…So this leads us to the end! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your life burns dimmer now! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| By our will, you tied yourself! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter | |
| Life burns quicker now, with a second hand |
| Your first encounter with the ones who made you | |
| Your senses low, yur pleasures grow | |
| Feel a chance to taste their disease | |
| White hands sew up the deed | |
| Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real | |
| And to dream all is real | |
| Another limb to lift the skin, press open | |
| Hands wide open | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| With your hand wide open | |
| With your hands wide | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin | |
| Till the dust hit you skin | |
| Your pleasures know their wager grow | |
| You lust to feel again | |
| Lick you wounds and come inside | |
| Hands wide open | |
| With you hands wide open | |
| Close your hands and come inside | |
| With your hands white! | |
| Friend So this leads us to the end! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your life burns dimmer now! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| By our will, you tied yourself! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter | |
| Life burns quicker now, with a second hand |
| Your first encounter with the ones who made you | |
| Your senses low, yur pleasures grow | |
| Feel a chance to taste their disease | |
| White hands sew up the deed | |
| Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real | |
| And to dream all is real | |
| Another limb to lift the skin, press open | |
| Hands wide open | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| Lick your wounds and come inside | |
| With your hand wide open | |
| With your hands wide | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin | |
| Till the dust hit you skin | |
| Your pleasures know their wager grow | |
| You lust to feel again | |
| Lick you wounds and come inside | |
| Hands wide open | |
| With you hands wide open | |
| Close your hands and come inside | |
| With your hands white! | |
| Friend So this leads us to the end! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter! | |
| Your life burns dimmer now! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter! | |
| By our will, you tied yourself! | |
| As the cord pulls tighter | |
| Life burns quicker now, with a second hand |