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BUTCHER PRIEST LYRICS
"New American Horror Sideshow" (2004)
1. Eat You
2. God Told Me
3. Catshit & Cigarettes
4. The Family Dinner
5. Blood on the Windshield
6. Self Made Machine
7. New American Horror Sideshow
8. Feast
9. You Do Not Exist
10. Altarcall
11. Holder of the Gun
12. Sex, Money, Violence
13. Desensitise
1. Eat You
Feel the teeth of my machine
Rippin' through your bones
Feel the heat of the gasoline
That's drippin' to the floor
Covered with what's left
of the meal I had before you
Better run, better hide
You'll taste better if you fight
Corpse on the barbeque
Now I will eat you
Feast 'til I'm through
And the flies will eat you
And the flies will eat you
Sick, sadistic tortured dream
A world of flesh and fuel
A life reduced to only meat
With my defiant tool
Corpse on the barbeque
Now I will eat you
Feast 'til I'm through
And the flies will eat you
And the flies will eat you
Feel the teeth of my machine
Rip the flesh right from your bones
Feel the heat of the gasoline
You're the meal that feels my bowl
2. God Told Me
God told me to kill you
He said you were the one
Gold told me to kill you
Don't care what you've done
God told me to kill you
I am the chosen one
This is the only one
This is my holy gun
So pray....pray, pray, pray
I am a weapon of light
I've been blessed with the sight
My Lord orders me to
Destroy and conquer you
God told me to kill you
He said you were the one
Gold told me to kill you
Don't care what you've done
God told me to kill you
I am the chosen one
This is the only one
This is my holy gun
So pray....pray, pray, pray
Your stench is that of evil
Your flesh is that of man
Your smell's just like the devil
But taste as pure as lamb
Your face is fair and gentle
Your body warm and clean
Your mind's consumed with dead
Your heart's the demon seed
God told me to kill you
He said you were the one
Gold told me to kill you
Don't care what you've done
God told me to kill you
I am the chosen one
This is the only one
This is my holy gun
So pray....pray, pray, pray
Pray...pray...pray
3. Catshit & Cigarettes
Home sweet home
Catshit and cigarettes
(We're gonna)
Knock up the dragstrip bitch
(He's gotta)
Headfull of swastika's
Koolaid smile and cap-gun burns
Jesus on the wall
With the outstretched arms
Daddy's in the back
Makin' homemade bombs
Sister's masterbatin' to an image of God
Brother's in the trash can
Aborted by Mom
Catshit and cigarettes
(We're gonna)
Knock up the dragstrip bitch
(He's gotta)
Headfull of swastika's
Koolaid smile and cap-gun burns
Home sweet home
A pillow filled with vomit
Dead dog on the floor
Yellow dripped floral patterned
Blood stained wall
Rotten deer meat in the refrigerator
My daddy is my Uncle
And he's hangin' in the hall
Catshit and cigarettes
(We're gonna)
Knock up the dragstrip bitch
(He's gotta)
Headfull of swastika's
Koolaid smile and cap-gun burns
Jesus on the wall
With the outstetched arms
He wants to welcome you
Home sweet home
Daddy's in the back
Makin' homemade bombs
He wants to welcome you
Home sweet home
Sister's masterbatin' to an image of God
She wants to welcome you
Home sweet home
Brother's in the trash can
Aborted by Mom
He wants to welcome you
Home sweet home
4. The Family Dinner
5. Blood on the Windshield
Blood on the windshield
There's bones in my grill
There's brains in my tire tread
And guts on my wheel
My mind is a racin'
But I can't stop now
All four wheels-a-rollin'
Ain't no sign of slowin' down
I know you're the only one
That I'm thinkin' about tonight
You were the first one to die
Since you are the only one
That's still on my mind
You will be the first one tonight
Blood on the windshield
Her body's in the bed
A symphony of memories
Is runnin' through my head
She looked so pretty
In that pure, white dress
Until the blood from her face
Went and turned it a crimson red
I know you're the only one
That I'm thinkin' about tonight
You were the first one to die
Since you are the only one
That's still on my mind
You will be the first one tonight
6. Self Made Machine
We are all components of a...
Self made machine
We're just pistons pumping in a...
Self made machine
Those who came before us were all...
Self made machines
We are all components of a...
Self made machine
God made man and man made machine
But machine is dead and so are we
But you don't have to die to be dead
Give up your life to your money instead
God made man and man made machine
But machine is dead and so are we
But you don't have to die to be dead
Give up your life to your God instead
Hey...are you dead?
Are you stuck in a grave that you dug?
Hey...are you sane?
Have you done anything you regret?
Hey...are you poor?
You work hard for what they throw away
Hey...are you mad?
You should take anything that you want
We are all components of a...
Self made machine
We're just pistons pumping in a...
Self made machine
Those who came before us were all...
Self made machines
We are all components of a...
Self made machine
God made man and man made machine
But machine is dead and so are we
But you don't have to die to be dead
Give up your life to your job instead God made man and man made machine
But machine is dead and so are we
But you don't have to die to be dead
Give up your life to me instead
Hey...are you dead?
Are you stuck in a grave that you dug?
Hey...are you sane?
Have you done anything you regret?
Hey...are you poor?
You work hard for what they throw away
Hey...are you mad?
You should take anything that you want
7. New American Horror Sideshow
8. Feast
You can smell the rotting thoughts
That live inside my cranium
I can smell your adrenaline rush
As you eat
The meat of life from my bones
I can taste my own last breath
Try to escape my broken lungs
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you
Leave me decomposing
After you eat me
Lay my pieces to waste
After the feast..is done
I know I am the first
To recieve your gift of holy pleasure
It feels so nice
To permanantly stain which was so pure
Take the lessons you've learned here
And spread them
Like the legs of a whore
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you
Leave me decomposing
After you eat me
Lay my pieces to waste
After the feast..is done
Feast...on the flesh
You can smell the rotting thoughts
That live inside my cranium
I can smell your adrenaline rush
As you eat
The meat of life from my bones
I can taste my own last breath
Try to escape my broken lungs
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you
9. You Do Not Exist
I am the Devil and I live in the mind
Of every teenage victim of a suicide
I am the Devil and I live in the heart
Of every televangelist
Tryin' to sell you to God
I feel the evil that you all try to hide
Cause every motherfucker
Has a violent side
I know you're lonely
And you're empty inside
So tell me all your worries
And I'll fill them with lies
Take your life and throw yourself away
(You do not exist)
Close your eyes
And watch your memories fade
(You do not exist)
You are just a cog
in God's machine
(You do not exist)
So slit your wrists
And watch them fucking bleed
(You do not exist)
Take your life
And throw yourself away
Close your eyes
And watch your memories fade
You are just
A cog in God's machine
So slit your wrists
And watch them fucking bleed
You're just a part of a sinister dream
Where everything's distorted
Nothing's what it seems
Give up all hope
And destroy all the things
That make you feel happy
And remove all the pain
Don't live another day
Don't play the game
Everything's to lose
And there's nothing to gain
I am the parent that allows you to hate
So destroy what is beautiful
For heaven's sake
Nothing here is real
Can't remember how to feel
Take your life and throw yourself away
(You do not exist)
Close your eyes
And watch your memories fade
(You do not exist)
You are just a cog
in God's machine
(You do not exist)
So slit your wrists
And watch them fucking bleed
(You do not exist)
You do not exist
10. Altarcall
11. Holder of the Gun
We were born to be food for the beast
Now I want to be the feeder
Not the fucking meat
So let me be your leader
Let me be the one
I'll let you hold the hammer
Let me hold the gun
Objectify me
Idolize me
Get inside me
Crucify me
Let me be
A leader of men
A savior to them
A martyr for their sins
Let me be
Your only one
Sabbath son
Holder of the gun
Toss me to the top and watch them fall
To their knees
And let them all watch me bleed
And let them eat my disease
My plague is a gift unto thee
To be repeatedly recieved
By disciples of the flies
So crucify me
Let me be
A leader of men
A savior to them
A martyr for their sins
Let me be
Your only one
Sabbath son
Holder of the gun
12. Sex, Money, Violence
une in...bleed through
Eat up the meal we feed to you
The flies will fill his eyes
With the eggs which will hatch
In the mind and make sin
He feeds on the glowing lies
That are plucked
From the wires and the pipes
Beneath him
He knows the sky is falling
But he don't give a fuck
Cause it don't concern him
He only wants to be a part
Of something that is undead
The rays of light from the dirty box
Give him a place to lay his head
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
Pumpin' through our brains
And it's drivin' us insane
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
If it's alive, nobody cares
But if it dies we eat it
If it feels good, you'll go to Hell
But if it hurts it's still sin
His emotions aren't his own
They're made of dirt and plastic
He thinks he is a God
But his kingdom...is made of shit
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
Pumpin' through our brains
And it's drivin' us insane
Sex, money, violence
And occasionally pain
Tune in...bleed through
Eat up the meal we feed to you
13. Desensitise
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