Slaughtered (Live From Donington)

One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God At battle with a mass astrengent The bond That blends the weak to the wise It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now But I'll never face castration For your sacred soul is left slaughtered Brainwashed by me Myself influence I Bird brained World saver A fake god rests dead inside you It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now But I'll never face castration For your sacred soul is left 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 Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your own Restoration For your God is in your chest, and faith kills What is precious, for death is unanswered Do sin