Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Torture Of Duty , by - Impaled. Song from the album The Last Gasp, in the genre МеталRelease date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
Torture Of Duty |
| From an abortive intifada |
| Combatants are persona non grata |
| Locked into dank isolation |
| Sequestered from the population |
| Made to repose in fæces |
| Excised from the human species |
| Walloped and left with hematomata |
| Disfiguring dermal substrata |
| Ministry of Love |
| Asylum of beauty |
| Fulfilling orders |
| A torture of duty |
| Your pain, my medical expertise |
| Fractured ribs make you wheeze |
| Calcitrating your abdomen |
| Beneath my boot, forever pinned |
| Smashing a sole into your wounds |
| With micturition, your head is festooned |
| Genital burns from phosphoric acid |
| Sizzling glans is permanently flaccid |
| A metal baton, you will now find |
| Securely fastened where the sun doesn’t shine |
| Attached to the nipples, electric clamps |
| Two hundred volts make you crap your pants |
| In Camp X-Ray |
| A depraved deputy |
| Two years hate |
| A torture of duty |
| Elbow torquing |
| Water boarding |
| Positions stressed |
| Lago confess |
| Sanctioned pain from the state will persist |
| For enemy combatants who don’t exist |
| Your pain, my medical expertise |
| Fractured ribs make you wheeze |
| Calcitrating your abdomen |
| Beneath my boot, forever pinned |