Gravemaker - Butcher Babies

I am a gravemaker you are all bleeding together

Your eyes, limbs, words

I can’t be, I won’t be your

A twisted pile of metal in my head

I’m tied to your fascist mold

I can’t be, I won’t be your god

You wanted a god?

Well, here’s your god

Now tear me apart, waste me!

Rip out my heart

I can’t be, I won’t be your god

You wanted a god?

Well, here’s your god

You wanted a god?

Well, here’s your god

Bent over bleeding

And my skin is crawling with leeches

From slumming they’re feeding off my name

Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside

I’ll drag you to hell with me

I’ll drag you to hell

I’ll drag you to hell

To hell with me

I am a casualty stripped of my cage

Extracting each vein to fit in

I can’t be, I won’t be your

Scratched from behind your pulling my nerves

From inside to cover your sins

Tear off my skin, make me bleed

I can’t be, I won’t be your god

You wanted a god?

Well, here’s your god

Bent over bleeding

And my skin is crawling with leeches

From slumming they’re feeding off my name

Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside

I’ll drag you to hell with me

I’ll drag you to hell

I’ll drag you to hell

To hell with me

«Therefore, brethren.

I call upon you, through the compassions and mercies of

God, to present your bodies

A sacrifice — living, sanctified, acceptable to God — your intelligent,

spiritual service.»

I can’t fix your human tragedy as I’m your victim

I can’t be the leash you want me to be when I’m constricted

I won’t be your god!

I can’t be your god!

I won’t be your god!

I’m not your fucking god

I’ll drag you to hell with me

I’ll drag you to hell

To hell with me…