Letra:
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 rightous king for your own
Restoration For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered
Do sin
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 rightous king for your own
Restoration For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered
Do sin
