Slaughtered - 2014 Remaster

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 righteous king
 for your own restoration.
 God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious,
 for death is unanswered.
 Slaughtered.
 Do sin