Aborted - Slaughtered Lyrics
One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.At battle with a mass astrengent.The bondThat blends the weak to the wise.It's a safe assumption that you'd wantTo save me now.But I'll never face castration.For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.Brainwashed by me.Myself influence I.Bird brainedWorld 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 leftSlaughtered.System destroyed.Exposed and unployed.The fruitOf intention cry for their dead, but turning their head toIgnore reality's claw.Knife to your wrist, syringe in yourArm is your ounce of prevention.Give what you made,And under your name on your grave, is salvation.A big*****ing joke.Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your ownRestoration.For your God is in your chest, and faith killsWhat is precious, for death is unanswered.Do sin.
