Slaughterhouse - Malevolent Creation

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

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

Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones

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

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

Gleaming of his blade reflecting in his eyes

Gutted and fileted, another animal dies

Hands like a surgeon, mouth is like a pig

Carves up his dinner, from your supple skin

Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones

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