Butcher Priest

Sex, Money, Violence

Butcher Priest


Une in bleed through 
Eat up the meal we feed to you 

The flies will fill his eyes 
With the eggs which will hatch 
In the mind and make sin 
He feeds on the glowing lies 
That are plucked 
From the wires and the pipes 
Beneath him 
He knows the sky is falling 
But he don't give a fuck 
Cause it don't concern him 
He only wants to be a part 
Of something that is undead 
The rays of light from the dirty box 
Give him a place to lay his head 

Sex, money, violence 
And occasionally pain 
Pumpin' through our brains 
And it's drivin' us insane 
Sex, money, violence 
And occasionally pain 

If it's alive, nobody cares 
But if it dies we eat it 
If it feels good, you'll go to Hell 
But if it hurts it's still sin 
His emotions aren't his own 
They're made of dirt and plastic 
He thinks he is a God 
But his kingdom
is made of shit 

Sex, money, violence 
And occasionally pain 
Pumpin' through our brains 
And it's drivin' us insane 
Sex, money, violence 
And occasionally pain 

Tune in bleed through 
Eat up the meal we feed to you