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 its 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.