| Song | Right To Die |
| Artist | Impaled |
| Album | The Last Gasp |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Terminal brain death, skin pocked by bed sores | |
| Mockery of sentience on life support | |
| A feeding tube to insert | |
| Your last wishes to pervert | |
| Dignity denied, an existence to deplore | |
| Platitudes and convictions defending life, we'll offer | |
| So long as there's no cæsura to bills that fill our coffers | |
| Atrophy as muscles wither, alive with decay | |
| Pulmonary function maintained by machines everyday | |
| Vile secretions are collected | |
| Hydrating saline is injected | |
| Hopeless is the cause, still we grind away | |
| Rest in peace we deny | |
| You can have no right to die | |
| Diatribes to deny | |
| Your amoral right to die | |
| A conscienceless will not perceive prolonged suffering | |
| Your pale, half-dead corpse employed for a martyring | |
| A somnambulist to parade | |
| During our right-wing tirade | |
| For us, your vegetative state is all empowering | |
| [solo: "Operation: Life... Sucks" - J. Kocol] | |
| You have lost your right to die | |
| Right to die |
| Terminal brain death, skin pocked by bed sores | |
| Mockery of sentience on life support | |
| A feeding tube to insert | |
| Your last wishes to pervert | |
| Dignity denied, an existence to deplore | |
| Platitudes and convictions defending life, we' ll offer | |
| So long as there' s no c sura to bills that fill our coffers | |
| Atrophy as muscles wither, alive with decay | |
| Pulmonary function maintained by machines everyday | |
| Vile secretions are collected | |
| Hydrating saline is injected | |
| Hopeless is the cause, still we grind away | |
| Rest in peace we deny | |
| You can have no right to die | |
| Diatribes to deny | |
| Your amoral right to die | |
| A conscienceless will not perceive prolonged suffering | |
| Your pale, halfdead corpse employed for a martyring | |
| A somnambulist to parade | |
| During our rightwing tirade | |
| For us, your vegetative state is all empowering | |
| solo: " Operation: Life... Sucks" J. Kocol | |
| You have lost your right to die | |
| Right to die |
| Terminal brain death, skin pocked by bed sores | |
| Mockery of sentience on life support | |
| A feeding tube to insert | |
| Your last wishes to pervert | |
| Dignity denied, an existence to deplore | |
| Platitudes and convictions defending life, we' ll offer | |
| So long as there' s no c sura to bills that fill our coffers | |
| Atrophy as muscles wither, alive with decay | |
| Pulmonary function maintained by machines everyday | |
| Vile secretions are collected | |
| Hydrating saline is injected | |
| Hopeless is the cause, still we grind away | |
| Rest in peace we deny | |
| You can have no right to die | |
| Diatribes to deny | |
| Your amoral right to die | |
| A conscienceless will not perceive prolonged suffering | |
| Your pale, halfdead corpse employed for a martyring | |
| A somnambulist to parade | |
| During our rightwing tirade | |
| For us, your vegetative state is all empowering | |
| solo: " Operation: Life... Sucks" J. Kocol | |
| You have lost your right to die | |
| Right to die |