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
that you'd want to save me now
But 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
that you'd want to save me now
But 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
A big fucking joke
Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king
for your own restoration
God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious
for death is unanswered
Slaughtered
Do sin x4