Песня: 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 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?
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