Slaughtered

Текст песни Pantera - Slaughtered <br/> (3:57)One&#039;s own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.At battle with a mass astrengent. The bondThat blends the weak to the wise.It&#039;s a safe assumption that you&#039;d wantto save me now. But I&#039;ll never face castration.For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.( )<br />Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brainedWorld saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.It&#039;s a safe assumption that you&#039;d want to save me now.But I&#039;ll never face castration. For your sacred sow is leftSlaughtered.System destroyed. Exposed and unployed. The fruitOf intention cry for their dead, but turning their head toIgnore reality&#039;s claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in yourArm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made,And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A bigFucking joke.