Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torture, artist - Cabbage. Date of issue: 27.02.2019
Song language: English
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 |