Otep - Skin of the Master lyrics
[Otep - Skin of the Master lyrics]
(A soft procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
Across the floor of an ancient room
It was not God, it was not the moon
The knives come out to protect the nest
Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men they are a flock
Mindless quarry less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to cut them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
(A soft procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
The sound of the axe in the chopping block
The smell of the skin from afar
The night boils on to it's cruel end
Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men they are a flock
Mindless quarry less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to cut them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
The sound of the axe the smell of the skin
The night boils on they are not men
They are a flock mindless quarry
Less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to fuck them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
Inside my mind wet worms of hate
Devoted to decay devoted to betray
The hunger will remain
They are not men they are not men
They are not men
Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
Across the floor of an ancient room
It was not God, it was not the moon
The knives come out to protect the nest
Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men they are a flock
Mindless quarry less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to cut them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
(A soft procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills)
The sound of the axe in the chopping block
The smell of the skin from afar
The night boils on to it's cruel end
Crying out in the wilderness
They are not men they are a flock
Mindless quarry less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to cut them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I
Think I am becoming you
Skin of the master, mouth of the slave
The sound of the axe the smell of the skin
The night boils on they are not men
They are a flock mindless quarry
Less than livestock
They are not men they are a flock
They're here to fuck them up
Inside like swine broken bloated hive mind
Wet worms of hate devoted to decay
Inside my mind hidden beasts run wild
Until the prey subsides
The hunger will remain
Inside my mind wet worms of hate
Devoted to decay devoted to betray
The hunger will remain
They are not men they are not men
They are not men