Men aren't pigs - SLAUGHTERED Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel by you You make the claim it was just a job And killing's nothing more than sawing logs WASH YOUR HANDS BUT BLOOD LEAVES STAINS
You say you've a creative side The passion born to an inquisitive mind Entered men alive and destroyed them from inside It's true Your only goal to see the damage done IT'S YOU - You slid the razor
It's odd how they match your own Shoveled lives like lumps of coal In the blackened pit that was your soul
You gained a thrill from the sickening stench The smell of terror as they MARCHED TO THEIR DEATH Carry out your orders like a patriotic soldier and maim, My only wish is that you'd face their fate IT'S YOU - You led the slaughter Mother, son, and daughter YOU - You drove the masses
It's odd how they match your own Shoveled lives like lumps of coal In the blackened pit that was your soul