Slaughtered
Pantera · Original Album Series [2011]
One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
At battle with a mass astrengent.
The bond that blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption you'd want
to save me now. I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered
Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I.
Bird brained world saver.
A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption you'd want
To save me now. I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered.
System destroyed. Exposed and unployed.
The fruit of intention cry for their dead,
But turning their head to ignore reality's claw.
Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
Arm is your ounce of prevention.
Give what you made, and under your name
on your grave, is salvation.
Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your own
Restoration. God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Slaughter
Do sin
At battle with a mass astrengent.
The bond that blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption you'd want
to save me now. I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered
Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I.
Bird brained world saver.
A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption you'd want
To save me now. I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered.
System destroyed. Exposed and unployed.
The fruit of intention cry for their dead,
But turning their head to ignore reality's claw.
Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
Arm is your ounce of prevention.
Give what you made, and under your name
on your grave, is salvation.
Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your own
Restoration. God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Slaughter
Do sin