Slaughter Songtext
von Owen Marchildon

What′s that in your hand
A box of no name brand
Burgers that look like frozen brains
And do you dream
The bloodless dream?
And do you dream
The bloodless dream?
With no thoughts
Of a slaughter now
With no thoughts
Of a slaughter now


My stomachs all in a knot
I smile and say
"Thanks a lot"
Will I dream only bloodless dreams?
Please lord when I close my eyes
Give me slaughter
Satisfy
This lifeless frozen
Bloodless mind
With no thoughts of a slaughter now
With no thoughts of a slaughter now

In this landscape of convenience
You can dream the bloodless dream
In this landscape of this easiness
You can scream the bloodless scream
With no thoughts of slaughter
I want the slaughter

And when you cook from frozen
Stomachs are running
All the way to the washroom
Stomachs are bloodless
Stomachs are bloodless
Ohhh stomachs are bloodless
And stomachs are