Butcher - Brutal Truth

A part of me just died

Stare your death at me

If you gave a shit and tried

You might see

Your friends you’re butchering

Won’t lie

Your friends you’re butchering

So fucking done

Butchering.

Butchering.

Butchering

You’d butcher God for your own greed

Soulless, you’re fucking soulless

Your friends you’re butchering

Won’t lie

Your friends you’re butchering

So fucking tired

Butchering.

Butchering.

Butchering

You’d butcher God for your own greed

Soulless, you’re fucking soulless

Breaking down your taxing sins

Breaking down your taxing sins

You’re bedded down with bugs

Attached with death in drugs

Scratch and claw a thought

Attached with death in drugs

You’re bedded down with drugs

Attached with death in bugs

Scratch and claw a thought

Attached with death in bugs

Butchering.

Butchering.

Butchering

You’d butcher God for your own greed

Soulless, you’re fucking soulless