Slaughtered 歌词

One's own King man, Christ person, Woman God. At battle with a mass astrengent. The bond that blends the weak to the wise. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left Slaughtered Slaughtered Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained world saver A fake god rests dead inside you. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left Slaughtered Slaughtered System destroyed. Exposed and unployed. The fruit of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made, and under your name on your grave, is salvation. Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your own, restoration. For your God is in your chest, And faith kills what is precious, for death is unanswered. Slaughtered Slaughtered Do sin Do sin