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