Lyrics Butcher - Brutal Truth

Butcher

A part of me just died
Stare your death at me
If you gave a shit and tried
You might see
Your friends you’re butchering
Won’t lie
Your friends you’re butchering
So fucking done
Butchering.
Butchering.
Butchering
You’d butcher God for your own greed
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless
Your friends you’re butchering
Won’t lie
Your friends you’re butchering
So fucking tired
Butchering.
Butchering.
Butchering
You’d butcher God for your own greed
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless
Breaking down your taxing sins
Breaking down your taxing sins
You’re bedded down with bugs
Attached with death in drugs
Scratch and claw a thought
Attached with death in drugs
You’re bedded down with drugs
Attached with death in bugs
Scratch and claw a thought
Attached with death in bugs
Butchering.
Butchering.
Butchering
You’d butcher God for your own greed
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless