Otep - Skin Of The Master Lyrics
(A soft procession of endless hymnsSwallowing bullets like sleeping pills)Across the floor of an ancient roomIt was not God, it was not the moonThe knives come out to protect the nestCrying out in the wildernessThey are not menThey are a flockMindless quarryLess than livestockThey are not menThey are a flockThey're here toCut them upInside like swineBroken bloated hive mindWet worms of hateDevoted to decayInside my mindHidden beasts run wildUntil the prey subsidesThe hunger will remain(A soft procession of endless hymnsSwallowing bullets like sleeping pills)The sound of the axe in the chopping blockThe smell of the skin from afarThe night boils on to it's cruel endCrying out in the wildernessThey are not menThey are a flockMindless quarryLess than livestockThey are not menThey are a flockThey're here toCut them upInside like swineBroken bloated hive mindWet worms of hateDevoted to decayInside my mindHidden beasts run wildUntil the prey subsidesThe hunger will remainMy worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming youMy worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming youSkin of the master, mouth of the slaveMy worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming youMy worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming youSkin of the master, mouth of the slaveThe sound of the axeThe smell of the skinThe night boils onThey are not menThey are a flockMindless quarryLess than livestockThey are not menThey are a flockThey're here to***** them upInside like swineBroken bloated hive mindWet worms of hateDevoted to decayInside my mindHidden beasts run wildUntil the prey subsidesThe hunger will remainInside my mindWet worms of hateDevoted to decayDevoted to betrayThe hunger will remainThey are not menThey are not menThey are not men 
