Lyrics BUTCHER - THE H.O.S.T.

BUTCHER

I feel like I’m on my way.
Night’s coming
Flesh on sale, I feel death everytime and everywhere
The feel of blood floating in the air
In my coat I’ve got all my knives
In my mind taking back some lives
It’s my mission and I’ve got to admit
That’s the best job I’ve ever had
Blood’s like a second skin
Another shot of power in my veins
Fear the Butcher…
I’m sick and tired of telling lies
It’s too easy to hypnotize
Eyes and tongue in the same black bag
All these bodies I have to drag
I’m drowning in their blood everyday
I clean myself and then I pray
My wife’s a christian and God only knows
What I will do when the doors are closed
Blood’s like a second skin
Another shot of power in my veins
Fear the Butcher…