Torture Torture - Kannada Song

(I don't wanna hurt myself) I don't wanna hurt myself But sometimes I need somebody else And I don't handle loss too well But this time, it's putting me through hell And even though I know It was the best for me It feels like what's left of me Is nothing worth fighting for And even though I know That the past is gone I can't seem to move on I just wanna move on (I wanna move on, move on) And after all that's said and done I thought you'd be the one It's torture (torture) And all the pain you put me through I'd still run back to you It's torture (torture) I don't even know myself Without you, I feel like someone else I just wanna feel like I'm loved 'Cause what I am is not enough Oh no (oh no) And even though I know It was the best for me It took what was left of me What did we give up for? And even though I know That we can't go on I still wanna hold on Do you wanna hold on? And after all that's said and done I thought you'd be the one It's torture (torture) And all the pain you put me through I'd still run back to you It's torture (torture) Oh, down bad on a Friday night Cuts deep, but I won't think twice 'Cause I've grown to love the pain And I can't escape my brain (oh) Torment, but I won't let go Distressed, feeling all alone I'm just crying out your name Will I ever feel the same? Every time I think I'm fine That night comes back to pull me under And I wind up back in my head Thinking about sitting on that bench Hearing you say you don't love me anymore (I don't wanna hurt myself) What did we give up for? And after all that's said done I thought you'd be the one It's torture (torture) And all the pain you put me through I'd still run back to you It's torture (torture) Oh, down bad on a Friday night Cuts deep, but I won't think twice 'Cause I've grown to love the pain And I can't escape my brain Torment, but I won't let go Distressed feeling all alone I'm just crying out your name Will I ever feel, ever feel the same?

Crois pas qu'on soit arrivé là par hasard On atterrit comme un mollard sur un costard à rayures Dans mon walkman y'a de la guitare ça fait craquer les écouteurs Sur les connards je fais des ratures, des brûlures sur les imposteurs Tu peux être sûr, Tôt ou tard on te fera la surprise du rencard, Comme un scorpion glissé au fond de ta chaussure On fera des putains de carnages jusqu'à la Saint glin-glin Les abrutis n'ont rien compris, ils sont fidèles comme des chiens Donne la patte, baisse les oreilles et va chercher la baballe Ils se rendent même pas compte de comment on leur parle J'veux voir leurs sales gueules dans la glace quand ils se rasent Avant de bosser, Avec leurs sourires dégueulasses qui me donne envie de les maltraiter J'en fais du délit de faciès quand je vois des chemises bleu Ciel, en faisant la queue à la caisse pour y claquer ma paye J'ai pas une saloperie de code barre tatoué sur le derrière Lofo et moi dur comme la pierre, un coup de calcaire dans tes artères Ici la France qui se couche tard Le travail c'est la torture Représente pour les flemmards Tous au bord de la rupture Horreur, horaires, salaud, salaire, week-end, prison, malversation Factures, galères, fracture, misère, pognon, baston, humiliation Ça fait des taches, ça claque, arrache à chaque fois que j'accouche. Ce qui sort de nos bouches frappe, Te touche, c'est pas pour siffler sous la douche Toujours présents quand il s'agit d'en remettre une Couche, du genre à triturer le problème en remontant à la souche On n'est pas des putains de rebelles juste des hommes Glucides, cru comme un steak et toxique comme un pesticide On préférera se faire immoler comme des bonzes à New Delhi Plutôt que de mettre un seul pied dans leurs Garden parties Pour écrire mes diatribes, j'ai un grand besoin de drogue, Mais pour pourrir un science-po, là bizarrement, j'ai besoin de rien On connaît le nom du mec qui voudrait qu'on nous Confisque nos amplis, nos grandes gueules et nos consoles de mix Tu comprends pas tout ce qu'on dit parce qu'on est des Artistes avec le même I.S.T.E qu'il y a dans terroriste Comme des équlibristes écrasés sur la piste, Fallait pas être en dessous, y a pas de prime de risque Ici la France qui se couche tard Le travail c'est la torture Représente pour les flemmards Tous au bord de la rupture Horreur, horaires, salaud, salaire, week-end, prison, malversation Factures, galères, fracture, misère, pognon, baston, humiliation Viens pas nous chialer sur les pompes, Le futur sera libéral, à base d'actionnaires, de pompe à fric et de gardénal Alors viens pas nous fait pas croire que tu va partager le gâteau Tu laisseras la croûte, les miettes, Les queues de cerises et leurs noyaux

I'm in the room without a light The room without a view I'm here for one more treacherous night Another night with you It tortures me to move my hands To try to move at all And pulled My skin so tight it screams And screams and screams And pulls some more Hanging like this Like a vampire bat Hanging like this Hanging on your back I'm helpless again I'm helpless again My body is cut and broken It's shattered and sore My body is cut wide open I can't stand anymore It tortures me to move my hands To try to move at all And pulled My skin so tight screams And screams and screams And screams some more Hanging like this Like a vampire bat Hanging like this hanging on your back Oh it's torture And I'm almost there It's torture But I'm almost there It's torture But I'm almost there It's torture But I'm almost there It's torture It's torture And I'm almost there

It was on a street so evil So bad that even hell disowned it Every single step was trouble For the fool who stumbled on it Eyes within the dark were watchin' I felt the sudden chill of danger Something told me "Keep on walking" Told me I should not have gone there Baby, 'cause you cut me like a knife (Ooh) without your love in my life Alone I walk in the night 'Cause I just can't stop this feeling It's torture It's torture It's torture Mm-mm... She was up a stair to nowhere A room forever I'll remember She stared as though I should have known her Tell me, what's your pain or pleasure? Every little thing you find here Is simply for the thrill you're after Loneliness, our heart's on fire I am here to serve all masters She said, "Reality is a knife When there's no love in your life Unmerciful is the night When you just can't stop this feeling" It's torture It's torture It's torture And I still can't find the meaning (no) No, no Of the face I keep on seeing Was she real or am I dreaming? Did the sound of your name turn a wheel Start a flame in me? (Ooh-ooh) baby Baby, 'cause you cut me like a knife Without your love in my life Alone I walk in the night And I just can't stop this feeling It's torture It's torture It's torture When you call my name (it's torture) It's heading 'round the flame (it's torture) When you call my name (it's torture) (Ay-ay-ay) It's torture It's torture It's torture When you call my name (it's torture) It's heading 'round the flame (it's torture) When you call my name (it's torture)

Welcome to the torture chamber Said the sign above the entrance Laughing as he takes you by the hand Looking like a manic savage Inside you can sense the anguish Heater of pain has just begun Mr. Torture give pain With his whips and his chains He knows just what you crave - Mr. Torture If you're feeling alone Then just pick up the phone Dial 1 8 Double 0 - Mr. Torture, Mr. Torture sells pain Only sixty cents a minute For his special brand of sinning Phoner guaranteed to blow your mind You can catch him on his website Has a live chat every weeknight Cyber-torture soon coming your way Mr. Torture sells pain To the housewives in Spain He knows just what they crave - Mr. Torture If you're feeling alone Then just pick up the phone Dial 1 8 Double 0 - Mr. Torture, Mr. Torture sells pain Handcuffed, bound, chained and blinded Body, soul and mind ignited Every sense is torn and ripped apart He's been banned in twenty countries Though he does it for the money He gets pleasure from hearing you scream Mr. Torture gives pain With his whips and his chains He knows just what you crave - Mr. Torture If you're feeling alone Then just pick up the phone Dial 1 8 Double 0 - Mr. Torture Mr. Torture Mr. Torture sells pain

Sprawling structure constructed A labyrinth of torture holding dark intentions Pathways that led to nowhere perplexing locks sealing them inside Gas lines equipped controlled from the other side Descending madness Lunacy lurks deep within my mind Descending madness Blood thirst quenched in homicide Worsening conditions of incarceration Lured into their doom subterranean dissection Amputated putrid pile of incomplete human remains Sedated evil in paralysis as i await the urge kill again Descending madness Reflected screams of torture Descending madness Blood thirst quenched in homicide Sprawling structure constructed A labyrinth of torture holding dark intentions Worsening conditions of incarceration Lured into their doom subterranean dissection