Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Torture , by - KMFDM. Song from the album Symbols, in the genre ИндастриалRelease date: 21.05.2007
Record label: METROPOLIS
Song language: English
Torture |
| My motivations unresolved |
| Things are just never what they seem |
| Apathy’s currencies deceit |
| Pitch bending radiated dreams |
| The jackal’s wishing well forgotten |
| Dark cloud sunrise |
| The view of someone somewhere else is |
| Burnt in my eyes |
| How long — dug up remains |
| How low — the rotting fame |
| How low — to see right through |
| How long — the hole I knew |
| How low — the clear eyed stain |
| How long — to set aflame |
| How low — to be set up |
| How long — and taken out |
| The anti-like karma from the crack in a hand |
| Full painting on a mural in a foreign landfill |
| Mind controlled by the pulley of the strings |
| So remote the view from the puppetry swingset |
| My reservations have evolved |
| Scenes once negated ushered in |
| Mercy killings one to one defend |
| Visionary criminals descend |
| On knees all burning |
| A term of lifeless useless thought |
| What a paid ride |
| Alchemic jail-cell vivisection |
| Test-subject day job |
| How long — to pacify |
| How low — you still deny |
| How low — from up above |
| How low — the tripping sound |
| How long — to kick back down |
| How long — the creeping crown |
| How low — the holy cheat |
| How long — the leap of faith |
| These revelations undermined |
| Controlled belief in leads mankind |
| Each penny sold and mesmerized |
| We’re stoned |
| Two-fold reversal beckoning |
| The binding crayon words inverted |
| In Justice travestia |
| How long — dug up remains |
| How low — the rotting fame |
| How low — to see right through |
| How long — the hole I knew |
| How low — the clear eyed stain |
| How long — to set aflame |
| How low — to be set up |
| How long — and taken out |
| We worship acid moans and curbside-holidays |
| Recycle shit we throw away in glossy packaged craze |
| Maybe in a day or so I’ll stumble on that grassy knoll |
| To set the record straight |
| Announcing to myself: |
| Wake-up |
| Wake-up |
| Wake-up |
| We kill everything that’s not tied down |
| We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison life |
| So useful and experimental |
| Treatment of the sick and dying |
| What about the torture? |
| What about the torture? |
| What about the torture? |
| What about the torture? |