HUMAN ($)LAUGHTERHOUSE

Swallowing sinew, you're puking your guts out The realization of an eternal letdown (letdown) This place is a compound, now get in line for the slaughterhouse Carving you up for some closure, your god is not around Your utopia sucks, I'd palisade bite you just for fun, and I could take a gallon of your blood Suffer in silence, while you wriggle and writhe in the dirt like the worm that you are More than a fitting burial plot, the mess that we make of you Will let us bask in this carnage art form And if I'm being honest I don't even wanna be a star While my guts were spilling, everything around me fell apart I could saw your chest open, and feast on your counterfeit hearts Coward Swallowing the sinew, still puking your guts out The realization of an eternal letdown(letdown) This place is a compound, now get in line for the slaughterhouse Stripped of your flesh, and I'm taking the rest too Inadequate messiah, what will the blessed do, the congregation silenced Savior gone you're left with violence And we'll play the funeral song Bow your head bitch, and bite your tongue, your mortal shell's mine to torture Just food for crows appetizer for the vultures With no soul you can't even cross over