[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