Torture - Cabbage

Collect the soup cans, pity the needy

Do your best to mitigate all the land

Imply the bias in all the cops is

Bodying something we know nothing about

'Cause I’d rather cut off my arm

Than raise it to salute those who initiate the fear

Do you feel like you’re hanging on?

Your fingers on the, you know there ain’t no turning back

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Get on the metaphor

Adjust a Ferris wheel

Rather think about what pains you inside

Some people feed on that or they just implode

But I promise you, it’s best if you try

'Cause I’d rather be crucified

Than be a phoney 'sciple who is forced to be blind

Do you feel like you’re still hanging on?

You’re tied down to the tracks

You know that no one’s got your back

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

'Cause I’d rather cut off my arm

Than raise it to salute those who initiate the fear

Do you feel like you’re hanging on?

Your fingers on the, you know there ain’t no turning back

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture

Oh, it’s torture