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Buildings erected with soul purpose
To conceal and assist the slaughter
All blood guilty shall suffer
For oppressing the disadvantaged
Pumped full of hormones
To make a flawless creation
To make the perfect product
Is ones life just produce?
Into the abattoir I ascend
Sanctioned by vengeful temper
Hunting the proprietor
And murdering everyone in my path
Nothing will compare to the suffering
I'm going to put you through
Convulsing disembowelment
Coat the walls with your blood
This hate inside me
A raging inferno surging through my veins
A million lives slain
To feed this sick hunger for flesh
Butcher the butcher
Their blood on your hands
Butcher the butcher
Your blood on my hands…
Forced to live in own excrements
Inscribed enslavement
An eternity of agony
Butcher the butcher
Their blood on your hands
Butcher the butcher
Your blood on my hands
Enter device;
Instrument of torture and murder
Execute sequence
You shall suffer exceedingly
Through your flesh I tear apart
Through your skull I cut into
Piece of mind