The Butcher

I pull my hair at night, motherfucker

My dreams they swallow me whole

And take me to faraway places, places that I’ll never go

Where gangs of this faceless cry, so bloody eyeless red

They’re chasing after me

And I’m swimming in a poll of the blood they shed

It’s a fucked up time to be alive

It’s a fucked up way to get clean

And the bloods not stopping

It’s a fucked up thing to believe

But you better believe me

Shadows juxtaposed and raw

Paradox has become the law

Destruction comes our way

Everyone is lost not a one can be saved

Don’t mourn the quiet ones as they die

Laugh at the silencers

What will we learn when every human scream is heard?

Now I’m tasting every drop of blood that they bled for me

I’ll be burning every inch of skin that they gave to me

Now I’m consuming every twisted truth that they fed to me

I’ll be purging every fallacy they’ve injected into me

By the book of the butcher

I was meant to bring it to her

With the knife held strong and steady

The silence was so deafening

I could only hear ed singing his praises

Of what he made me

This violence is golden a calming breath pre kill

Exhale as the knife cuts through the skin

Ed came to me to satisfy his dying wish