Pantera - Slaughtered lyrics

One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. At battle with a ma** astrengent. The bond That blends the weak to the wise. It's a safe a**umption 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 a**umption 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 f**ing joke. Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your own Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith k**s What is precious, for d**h is unanswered. Do sin.