Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slaughter of Innocence, artist - Conflict.
Date of issue: 25.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slaughter of Innocence |
The balding man sits compiling his next move |
That mortgage hangs around his neck, now feeling like a noose |
The new gas bill, oh God, how bad he feels |
Those kids he can’t reject, his emotional success |
He’s a man of set opinion; |
the weight of the world sits in his hands |
He just cannot seem to reason so he will never understand |
They just won’t listen to hardly anything he says |
They simply smile politely, then with one accord turn away |
A son stands at the pond observing the creation that is nature |
Mother prepares dinner, roasting bacon taints the air |
Dog sits as master barks, then leaps lovingly into the car |
He waves and smiles emotionally, his assurance that they will go far |
The stakes rise as each owner unfolds plans, men tempt and bait each other, |
money exchanges hands |
Animal love now snarling hatred, muzzle unlocked hair raised |
He smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts his destitute his praise |
Teeth tear, blood splashes the face of a young child playing |
She cries out in disapproval but daddy’s now immune to what she is saying |
Driven mad and into frenzy, limbs torn, skin is shorn |
Like sex perverts at their peep show, this is the ultimate in porn |
Eyes glare. |
Beast and master. |
Animals both, crazed and weary |
There can only be one real winner here; |
the results are now seen clearly |
Teeth marks bare where fur once protected, flesh hangs dangling in shreds |
Their faces grimace rejected strips of meat exposed, selected |
Bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of precious life |
Master and servant segregate the ritual sacrifice |
The sacrifice of innocents who obeyed the spoken law |
Tired beyond indurance but the spectators cry for more |
Death before dishonor a demand that is so obscene |
The men they appraise each other to keep their conscience clean |
Laughter hides the guilt they feel at every savage blow |
Someone whispers «cruelty» but they don’t want to know |
The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life |
He thinks of all the good things that he has promised to his wife |
She caught a glimpse of God through the windscreen of his car |
She tried to rationalise her looks but time don’t heal the scars |
Some vague association she feels with the loser of the stake |
She stares into those sightless eyes, what use for heaven sake? |
The TV flickers images of the ideals she once knew |
The fresh young girls displaying soap to keep us clean and new |
She shrugs and folds her arms as he constructs the wooden box |
To hold his faded hope that took the heaviest of knocks |
Like pissing in the ocean, their options disappear |
As they think about the overheads, they know the taste of fear |
Kids to feed and clothing they must show how much they care |
But how to tell the birthday gift is lying dead out there |
What should have paid for birthday cards went on the prime cut beef |
Now celebrations of their birth make way for tears of grief |
Did only what they thought was best to give some sense of pride |
To give the kids a place in life and now the dream has died |
And how to show his love for her, now she repels his touch |
His remaining sense of manhood kicked away just like a crutch |
He promised what he couldn’t give, the masters ruling word |
Urged the beast to glory, but the servant never heard |