Skin Of The Master Lyrics - Otep

(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