Childhood fear, dreams come to life Piercing the heart, holding the knife Life is a game, playing the card Dealt by dreaming, windows are barred Before voices are heard, eyes can see Evil and good who holds the key Slayer of existence healers of soul Both have a path, both have a goal
Get on the chopping block The blade slices the skin Upon the chopping block The baby's life begins
Buckets of sludge, taken down Higher souls lifted from the ground Heal up quick, or stay with the sess Most want to heal, some take the gruel Control your brain, it's the final tool No influence, no bribe to help you choose In the end, you don't win or lose
I'm going to take you down Down beneath the ground I'm going to cut you in half Choose your own permanent path
Get on the chopping block The blade slices the skin Upon the chopping block The baby's life begins
I'm not the choice maker I'm the butcher
I'm going to take you down Down beneath the ground I'm going to cut you in half Choose your own permanent path