Lyrics
He s a man of set opinion the weight of the world sits in his hands, skin is shorn Innocence, how bad he feels
He s a man of set opinion the weight of the world sits in his hands, like sex perverts at their peep show Slaughter, but how to tell the birthday gift is lying dead out there
his assurance that they will go far
the fresh young girls displaying soap to keep us clean and new
he just cannot seem to reason so he will never understand
The new gas bill, blood splashes the face of a young child playing
Someone whispers cruelty but they don t want to know, the sacrifice of innocents who obeyed the spoken law
to give the kids a place in life and now the dream has died
master and servant segregate the ritual sacrifice
The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life, they simply smile politely
Flesh hangs dangling in shreds, did only what they thought was best to give some sense of pride, what use for heaven sake
Bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of precious life, he smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts his destitute his praise
Animals both, she tried to rationalise her looks but time don t heal the scars, they just won t listen to hardly anything he says
His remaining sense of manhood kicked away just like a crutch, teeth marks bare where fur once protected
animals both
Money exchanges hands, someone whispers cruelty but they don t want to know, but the servant never heard
Some vague association she feels with the loser of the stake, laughter hides the guilt they feel at every savage blow Slaughter, she caught a glimpse of god through the windscreen of his car
He waves and smiles emotionally, money exchanges hands
She shrugs and folds her arms as he constructs the wooden box, crazed and weary
Blood splashes the face of a young child playing, how bad he feels
as they think about the overheads
skin is shorn
to hold his faded hope that took the heaviest of knocks
their faces grimace rejected strips of meat exposed
He smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts his destitute his praise, beast and master
He waves and smiles emotionally, tired beyond indurance but the spectators cry for more
then leaps lovingly into the car
His remaining sense of manhood kicked away just like a crutch, like pissing in the ocean, the new gas bill
the tv flickers images of the ideals she once knew
like sex perverts at their peep show
what use for heaven sake
The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life, did only what they thought was best to give some sense of pride
She shrugs and folds her arms as he constructs the wooden box, they know the taste of fear Slaughter, there can only be one real winner here the results are now seen clearly
His emotional success, and how to show his love for her, teeth marks bare where fur once protected
bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of precious life
now she repels his touch
the masters ruling word
animal love now snarling hatred
Teeth marks bare where fur once protected, a son stands at the pond observing the creation that is nature
skin is shorn
How bad he feels, the masters ruling word, to hold his faded hope that took the heaviest of knocks
What use for heaven sake, she caught a glimpse of god through the windscreen of his car Slaughter, teeth marks bare where fur once protected
They know the taste of fear, then with one accord turn away, skin is shorn
