[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

'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

[Chorus]

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

[Verse 2]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

'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

[Chorus]

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

[Pre-Chorus]

'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

[Chorus]

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture

Oh, it's torture