Slaughterhood
Slaughterhood
A watchdog in the skies
With your pixilated eyes
But you don’t watch to protect green pastures
You make sure we’re led to hungry bastards.
We’re beautiful and soft
But you only want us for our cost
We’re trusting and naive
Cause you taught us to just believe
The men in suits are our friends
And I now I see through the veneers
To see it’s a just a smile that pretentds.
It’s a slaughterhouse of souls
The young grown weak and cold
Disenchanted by this place
It’s not what we were told
So bite the hand that feeds
You’re not who I was taught you would be.
A watchdog with faulty cries
Spoon feeding coated lies
But you don’t bark to protect the flock
You make sure we’re scared and afraid to walk
We’ve crystallized inside and now we’re paralyzed
Fallen from the skies
We’re angelic souls corrupt with fear and lies
So we will help ourselves
There’s plenty to go around
Cause with you as our distributor
The weak get hung and drown
It’s a slaughterhouse of souls
The young grown weak and cold
Disenchanted by this place
It’s not what we were told
So bite the hand that feeds
Your chips are to salty for me
Inhibited by freedom
Cut the leash
Fuck it
Leave them
Don’t feed them
~Jasmine 2008