There's dead on every street
The city's a cemetery
So evidently
You better believe
It's better to get up and leave
If that's something you'll ever achieve
Well then you will need
To get a bit mean
With the endless sea of horrendous beings
That'll see your flesh as a delicacy
They want to find out how your meat tastes
One bite is all it takes
Should you make a small mistake
They'll make you their next gourmet steak
The stakes have been raised, son
Can you stave the invasion?
From the cradle
To the grave, you'll save all walks of life and death
When you slay them
I make tools
Then i slay fools
Though i break rules
Stay faithful to the label
Of a fellow cutting straight through you
From the nape of the neck to the navel
Maybe it's painful
Maybe it's not
I don't know
Your brains are all rotten
And though you may have forgotten
The way that it was
O won't let you forget when i take you to god
With a hame made blade
Aimed straight at your schnoz
I don't suppose
There'll be that much tissue left to let you blow your nose
And so it goes on the contagion continues
It'll blatantly take
Every grain of the parience
And latent frustration
That's waiting within you
