Slaughtered Lyrics - Far Beyond Driven - Pantera

One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. 

At battle with a mass astringent. The bond 

That blends the weak to the wise. 

It's a safe assumption that you'd want 

to save me now. But I'll never face castration. 

For your sacred sow is left slaughtered. 

Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained 

World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you. 

It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. 

But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left 

Slaughtered. 

System destroyed. Exposed and unemployed. The fruit 

Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to 

Ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your 

Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made, 

And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big 

Fucking joke. 

Slaughter the pig, the self-righteous king for your own 

Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kills 

What is precious, for death is unanswered.