| (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 |