"At the dawning of the mind's eye, in a maelstrom of pain,
tortured into consciousness, on the rack we are trained."

Awakened! By the cracking of my spine.
I'm screaming my throat raw, no relief do I find.
The one who cranks the rack, the one I must obey,
who does it out of love, a love that I've betrayed.
The more I fight the rack, the more it cuts my skin,
forcing me to quench the fire that burns within.


I can't fight it any longer,
I feel like I'm floating away,
I hear myself surrender,
my mind repeats what they say.


On the rack we are trained.


A mind pried open and filled with lies,
helpless in the torture room, no one hears the cries.
Alone in darkness and trembling with fear,
Demons now haunt the world, never seen but feel so near...


The pounding! Grows longer and stronger every day.
Pulling my world apart, all that I am tears away.
It's now a daily ritual, and one I can't escape.
The rack is cranked another notch, I'm twisted into shape.
The torturers are different now but everything's the same,
Do a little trick for them and they will ease your pain.


I just want it to be over.
and hope that my wounds will heal.
But even in total silence,
I still hear the sound of the wheel.


On the rack we are trained.


An ounce of pleasure for a pound of pain,
the cyclical madness, on the rack we are trained.
What once was beauty, now scars and burns,
what we once called ourselves disappears, never to return...


My anger always building, and tears me up inside,
but I cannot release it, for every time I tried.
I was met with hatred, and taken to a longer rack,
and drawn till I felt nothing and they had broken my back.
I live in constant torment from without and from within.
I fear to go any further in this game I cannot win.


There is no going back, once broken on the rack.

On the rack we are trained.
I must escape!