Welcome to the slaughterhouse Where you are lined up and numbered Prime meat used while remnants burned The grotesque sounds are unheard
Shades of black are perceived As every single material thing Don't have a clue of where I am Rope is wrapped around my hands I hear the sounds of metal crashing I hear pained voices screaming Down my neck I feel breathing The blade I hear unsheathing
Encased rooms are air tight Blinded by florescent white Chained down and hearing laughter Killed like pigs at the slaughter
Chained down to the table My movements are disabled Neurotoxin in my veins Pain won't register in my brain They'll hack and slice with no remains While I watch everything My vision turns to black again The meat is sold just like a strain
Grab a number, wait in line Slowly suffer, now you die
Encased rooms are air tight Blinded by florescent white Chained down and hearing laughter Killed like pigs at the slaughter
Thank you for your sacrificeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
