Slaughtered - Pantera

One’s own Kingman

Christ person, woman God

At battle with a mass astringent

The bond that blends

The weak to the wise

It’s a safe assumption

You’d want to save me now

I’ll never face castration

For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered, slaughtered

Brainwashed by me

Myself influence I

Bird brained, world saver

Fake God dead inside you

It’s a safe assumption

You’d want to save me now

I’ll never face castration

For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered, 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 fucking joke

Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own restoration

God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious

For death is unanswered

Slaughtered, slaughtered

Do sin, do sin

Do sin, do sin