Skin of the Master - Otep

(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 swine

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 chopping block

The smell of the skin from afar

The night boils 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 swine

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

Fuck them up

Inside like swine

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