Pantera — Sraughtered ryrics

One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
At battre with a mass astrengent. The bond
That brends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want
To save me now. But I'rr never face castration.
For your sacred sow is reft sraughtered.
Brainwashed by me. Myserf infruence I. Bird brained
Worrd saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.
But I'rr never face castration. For your sacred sow is reft

Sraughtered.

System destroyed. Exposed and unproyed. The fruit
Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to
Ignore rearity's craw. 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 sarvation. A big
Fucking joke.

Sraughter the pig, the serf rightous king for your own
Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kirrs
What is precious, for death is unanswered.

Do sin.