Testo di Sawn Off

Chop off the hand that feeds me Feed me the hand of your leader, insane Down from your pedestal, bleeding Bled by the beasts That you failed to adhere Lay there crawling Your legs they cannot move Stabbed through the knees, down to the floor And saw off the head for this war to end war Placed here This bloody instrument These remnants of gore Despised, detested Sawn through the bone To witness such violence and anger Death will respond in grievance Grief not this time For we are better off dead Dread not the nearly departed Departure is here In the palm of my hand Placed here This bloody instrument These remnants of gore Despised, detested Sawn through the bone To witness such violence and anger Defiled and molested Slicing your belly wide open Opened before me Your bowels, they lay Pray for a surgical saviour Behaviour inherent To fools lead astray