Slaughter House
By Anthony James

God Will Be The Doom
For All In The Killing Room
Those Who Make The Knife
Those Who Make The Slice

Crushing Machines
And Razored Seams
The Living Dead
Of Cattle Bred

For Plates And Burps
Obese And Fed
Fill Your Bowels
With Of Tortured Spreads

From The Slaughter Pit
Wipe Your Lips
Sip The Bean
And Settle In
Digest The Breast Of The Savory Sin

Corporate Dollars, American Dreams
Relax And Enjoy
You Don't Hear The Screams