Lyrics Torture - Cabbage

Torture

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