Impaled - Torture Of Duty lyrics

[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