(A soft procession of endless hymns Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
Across the floor of an ancient room It was not God, it was not the moon The knives come out to protect the nest Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men They are a flock Mindless quarry Less than livestock
They are not men They are a flock They're here to Cut them up
Inside like swine Broken bloated hive mind Wet worms of hate Devoted to decay Inside my mind Hidden beasts run wild Until the prey subsides The hunger will remain
(A soft procession of endless hymns Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
The sound of the axe in the chopping block The smell of the skin from afar The night boils on to it's cruel end Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men They are a flock Mindless quarry Less than livestock
They are not men They are a flock They're here to Cut them up Inside like swine Broken bloated hive mind Wet worms of hate Devoted to decay Inside my mind Hidden beasts run wild Until the prey subsides The hunger will remain
My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
The sound of the axe The smell of the skin The night boils on
They are not men They are a flock Mindless quarry Less than livestock
They are not men They are a flock They're here to Fuck them up
Inside like swine Broken bloated hive mind Wet worms of hate Devoted to decay Inside my mind Hidden beasts run wild Until the prey subsides The hunger will remain
Inside my mind Wet worms of hate Devoted to decay Devoted to betray The hunger will remain
They are not men They are not men They are not menTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
