Torture of Duty Lyrics
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Album | The Last Gasp(2007) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Willowtip Records |
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7. Torture of Duty (3:18)
[music - Jason Kocol, lyrics - Ross Sewage]
From an abortive intifada
Combatants are persona non grata
Locked into dank isolation
Sequestered from the population
Made to repose in fæces
Excised from the human species
Walloped and left with hematomata
Disfiguring dermal substrata
Ministry of Love
Asylum of beauty
Fulfilling orders
A torture of duty
Your pain, my medical expertise
Fractured ribs make you wheeze
Calcitrating your abdomen
Beneath my boot, forever pinned
Smashing a sole into your wounds
With micturition, your head is festooned
Genital burns from phosphoric acid
Sizzling glans is permanently flaccid
A metal baton, you will now find
Securely fastened where the sun doesn't shine
Attached to the nipples, electric clamps
Two hundred volts make you crap your pants
In Camp X-Ray
A depraved deputy
Two years hate
A torture of duty
Elbow torquing
Water boarding
Positions stressed
Lago confess
Sanctioned pain from the state will persist
For enemy combatants who don't exist
Your pain, my medical expertise
Fractured ribs make you wheeze
Calcitrating your abdomen
Beneath my boot, forever pinned
From an abortive intifada
Combatants are persona non grata
Locked into dank isolation
Sequestered from the population
Made to repose in fæces
Excised from the human species
Walloped and left with hematomata
Disfiguring dermal substrata
Ministry of Love
Asylum of beauty
Fulfilling orders
A torture of duty
Your pain, my medical expertise
Fractured ribs make you wheeze
Calcitrating your abdomen
Beneath my boot, forever pinned
Smashing a sole into your wounds
With micturition, your head is festooned
Genital burns from phosphoric acid
Sizzling glans is permanently flaccid
A metal baton, you will now find
Securely fastened where the sun doesn't shine
Attached to the nipples, electric clamps
Two hundred volts make you crap your pants
In Camp X-Ray
A depraved deputy
Two years hate
A torture of duty
Elbow torquing
Water boarding
Positions stressed
Lago confess
Sanctioned pain from the state will persist
For enemy combatants who don't exist
Your pain, my medical expertise
Fractured ribs make you wheeze
Calcitrating your abdomen
Beneath my boot, forever pinned
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The Last Gasp - Lyrics
1. G.O.R.E. Lyrics | 2. Sickness Is Health Lyrics |
3. The Visible Man Lyrics | 4. You are The Dead Lyrics |
5. All Gut, No Glory Lyrics | 6. Up The Dose Lyrics |
▶ 7. Torture of Duty Lyrics | 8. Masters of Ordure Lyrics |
9. Right To Die Lyrics | 10. Dawn of The Dread Lyrics |
11. The Last Gasp Lyrics |
The Last Gasp - Album Credits
Members
- Sean McGrath : Minister of Medicine
- Jason Kocol : Minister of Science
- Ross Sewage : Minister of Filth
- Raul Varela : Minister of Depravity
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