Man is a walking abattoir
Slaughter is the calling card
We silent subjects crowd the yard
That leads to the killing floor
Chorus
Put the bolt gun to your temple
You’ll be charged for being gentle
You’ll be hung as an example
Of being too scared to choose
Man is a walking abattoir
Behind him empty miles lie charred
The mercenaries and body guards
Round up the angry poor
Chorus?
Man is a walking abattoir
A dinosaur that’s trapped in tar
Screaming at the unfair stars
Tormented but still sure
Chorus?
And all the monuments gaze down
Away from all the killing grounds
But blood seeps from the covered mounds
And runs under our doors
Chorus?
Man is a walking abattoir
What the reason what the scar?
Blame the DNA or stars
That covers him in gore
Oh darling where can we find love
When blood stains all we’ve found / seeps from our pores the secret mounds /
An/a lizard brain that’s blind but sure
Blame the DNA or stars
Blame evolution or women’s barbs
Blame history
What the reason what the scar?
That drives his love of gore???
That mocks him
The blood upon the door
eneficence leaves
Behind
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