There is a human slaughterhouse Up on the
hill, the road is red And those who
ignore And those who pretend It does not
exist End up in its hall
My blood goes
to work I hear the howl
There is a
grove of bleached bones Where lupins vomit
children's limbs Taking all their
liberties With parts of human
anatomy
And in the hollow of a restless
soul Lies no remorse and no disgust Every
kill is clean and pure Every thought is
cleansed in growls, yeah
There is a grove
of tortured forms Where all is dark and deeds
are foul And those who ignore And those who
pretend That the howl is a joke Their
children lie dead
My blood goes to
work I hear the howl
And then my blood
just goes to work And then I hear the
howl (There is a human slaughterhouse Up on
the hill The road is red)
And then my
blood just goes to work And then I hear the
howl (And those who ignore And those who
pretend It does not exist End up in its
hall)
And then my blood just goes to
work And then I hear the howl Blood just
goes to work And then I hear the howl Blood
just goes to work And then I hear the
howl Blood just goes to work And then I
hear the howl And then my blood just goes to
work And then I hear the howl