I am the butcher I have no heart Wind my mechanical drum And I'll beat this body to pulp For it once was a living being Now it is meat I do as you say, I'm in your hands People are meat in my hands Indistinguishable from the next I wear my god on a silver chain I'm in his hands I follow through with your orders From on high this heap of rot It's a job Thoughtless, heartless, butcherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.