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One's own Kingman

Christ person, woman God

At battle with a mass astringent

The bond that blends the weak to the wise

It's a safe assumption

That you'd want to save me now

I'll never face castration

For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered

Slaughtered

Brainwashed by me

Myself influence I

Bird brained, world saver

A fake god rests dead inside you

It's a safe assumption

That you'd want to save me now

I'll never face castration

For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered

Slaughtered

System destroyed, exposed and unemployed

The fruit of intention

Cry for their dead, but turning their head to ignore reality's claw

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 salvation

Slaughter the pig

The self-righteous king for your own restoration

God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious, for death is unanswered

Slaughtered

Slaughtered

Do sin

Do sin

Do sin

Do sin