Paroles de 'Born to Pieces' par Frost Like Ashes

I watch as this ink forms the words that I write
It flows from the tip of this pen, black with spite
As blood runs from deep it swells from inside
Anger so pure and hate so divine

Gazing through time as if present in mind
I awaken each horror to tell me their crimes
So eager to haunt me with boasts each in kind
This is the tale that began this rhyme

She slits between the rope and razor
This thing is eating its way from inside
Her blackened mind knows she must be delivered
On this day one of them must die

Her dark shadow is the one that guides her
The battle's short and oh so sweet
With glazened gaze she acquiesces to the slaughter
Of this thing that beats inside so deep

To the house of the butcher
Into the eyes of the slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her, flay her!

To the house of the butcher
Into the eyes of the slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her, flay her!

To the house of the butcher
Into the eyes of the slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her, flay her!

The man behind the mask grins to greet her
He is the one with the pitch-black soul
With skilled hands he binds her to the cold chair
Let the sacrifice begin

Like a ritual he begins to spread her
Invading her with the tools of his trade
Should a daughter be slain for sin's pleasure?
Her first sensation is the kiss of acid pain

Acid fills the darkness
Of the stretched out womb
Burning her flesh
To the bone

Enter the scalpel
The first cut is made
Separate her body
Severed limb from limb

Severed limb from limb
Severed limb from limb
Severed limb from limb!

Another day of killing is over
The butcher slips into the night
A morbid thought I feel taking over
The words come self-defense by proxy

There is a shadow stalking this butcher
Get your scalpels let's have some fun!
His first awareness that he's what it's after
The cold steel of the barrel of the gun

Acid fills his mouth
Silent screams cannot be heard
The machete draws first blood
In this irony absurd

The blade thirsts for more
Limbs are hacked and hewn
I sicken at such gore
But then I am not like you

The slaughter of the butcher
Deliverance of ten thousand
An end of the massacre
Preyed him, slayed him!

The slaughter of the butcher
Is this of dark design?
Is this what God has in mind?
Such a small price to pay!

The slaughter of the butcher
Is this of dark design?
Is this what God has in mind?
Such a small price to pay!

The slaughter of the butcher
Is this of dark design?
Is this what God has in mind?
Such a small price to pay!