The Butcher

You'd do well to destroy your mind
Spare the gory details
Give them gift wrapped for the man with everything
Though I lived a lonely life
I was confused
A butcher
I feel nothing

As it crosses up arms in position of the worms
Up, up through my heart and to my brain

I'm a big slab of basic combination cut
Out chop
Liver on the block

My heart's still pumpin'
My heart's still pumpin'

He's a worrier
A worrier
Here is a little bitch coming outta him
Coming outta him