| Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
 | 
| Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
 | 
| Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
 | 
| You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
 | 
| Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
 | 
| The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
 | 
| He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
 | 
| One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
 | 
| Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
 | 
| Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
 | 
| All you are to him in livestock in the yard
 | 
| Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
 | 
| Entering now into his slaughter house
 | 
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
 | 
| Entering now into his slaughter house
 | 
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
 | 
| Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
 | 
| The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
 | 
| He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
 | 
| One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
 | 
| Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
 | 
| Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
 | 
| Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
 | 
| You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
 | 
| Entering now into his slaughter house
 | 
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
 | 
| Gleaming of his blade reflecting in his eyes
 | 
| Gutted and fileted, another animal dies
 | 
| Hands like a surgeon, mouth is like a pig
 | 
| Carves up his dinner, from your supple skin
 | 
| Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
 | 
| Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
 | 
| All you are to him in livestock in the yard
 | 
| Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
 | 
| Entering now into his slaughter house
 | 
| Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |