A soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills
Across the floor of an ancient room it was not God, it was not the moon the knives come out to protect the nest crying out in the wilderness
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
a soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills
the sound of the axe in the chipping block The smell of the skin from afar The night coils on to its cruel end Crying out in the wilderness
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you skin of the master; mouth of the slave
my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you skin of the master; mouth of the slave
the sound of the axe the smell of the skin the night boils on
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
INSIDE MY MIND, WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY DEVOTED TO BETRAY THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE NOT MEN.