Sun dappled sweat slashes awakenBlood blotted out by the breezenAnother bolt upright blue light specialnSnarling scenes fade linger diseasennThe starting gate's filled with agony mountsnEach a catalog of a circle of hellnThe gamut of grisly peaks awaitnIt's post time for fit fever padded cellnnShying and prancing they stare at each othernThen burst down the track at sanguinary speednNo way to run from the horses of hellnDestined to lose no matter who leadsnnOn torture, on abuser, on cold-blooded killernOn molester, on rapist, on brutenOn mayhem, on plague, on death gurgle spasmnLacerate, impale, convulse