Kmfdm - Torture текст песни

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

Low long the hole i knew

How low the clear eyed staind

How long to set aflame

How low to be set up

How long and taken out

The ant-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 useless lifeless thought

What a paid ride

Alchemic jail cell vivisection

Text subject day job

How long to pacify

How low you still deny

How low from up above

How long the creeping crown

How low the tripping sound

How long to kick back down

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

Justice in travestia

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

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?

[Thanks to suckxswallow@aol.com for these lyrics]