The Butcher

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I can’t comprehend the thoughts in your head
Why you’d want a world where Nero’d fear to tread
Burn or besiege, the devil and the deep sea
Judgement’s most famous absentee
All is fair (in love and war)
We have heard (these lies before)
Ingest your statistics (regurgitated history)
There are rules to this horror show and you broke almost every one you know
Your life is a cemetery, or more like an unmarked grave
Flayed flesh from bone, there’s dignity in the unknown
Dredge up your guilt, cover your tracks
We’ve got a satellite for that
God’s not a fan of these transgressions
Closure is some kind of consolation
We must shorten the distance between the heart and the deed
Never again

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from Fit, Fine & Well, released April 7, 2017

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