 Slaughtered lyrics ( Pantera )   
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Artist : Pantera
Song : Slaughtered
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 sow 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
sow 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.
A big
Fucking joke.
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.
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