| Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
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| Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
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| Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
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| You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
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| Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
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| The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
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| He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
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| One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
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| Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
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| Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
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| All you are to him in livestock in the yard
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| Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
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| Entering now into his slaughter house
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| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
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| Entering now into his slaughter house
|
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
|
| Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
|
| The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
|
| He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
|
| One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
|
| Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
|
| Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
|
| Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
|
| You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
|
| Entering now into his slaughter house
|
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
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| Gleaming of his blade reflecting in his eyes
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| Gutted and fileted, another animal dies
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| Hands like a surgeon, mouth is like a pig
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| Carves up his dinner, from your supple skin
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| Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
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| Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
|
| All you are to him in livestock in the yard
|
| Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
|
| Entering now into his slaughter house
|
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |