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• Artiste: Otep
• Titre: Skin Of The Master
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A soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills Across the floor of an ancient room it was not God, it was not the moon the knives come out to protect the nest crying out in the wilderness THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK. THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN a soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills the sound of the axe in the chipping block The smell of the skin from afar The night coils on to its cruel end Crying out in the wilderness THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK. THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you skin of the master; mouth of the slave my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you skin of the master; mouth of the slave the sound of the axe the smell of the skin the night boils on THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESS QUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK. THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEY'RE HERE TO CUT THEM UP INSIDE LIKE SINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MIND HIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDES THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN INSIDE MY MIND, WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY DEVOTED TO BETRAY THE HUNGER WILL REMAIN THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE NOT MEN.