Chris Shepard - Torture lyrics

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 k**ings 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 Test-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 sh** we throw away in glossy packaged craze Maybe in a day or so I'll stumble on that gra**y knoll To set the record straight Announcing to myself : wake-up We k** 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?