The House of Suffering - The Convalescence

Watching as nails are driven into your hands

Ceremonial daggers cutting the wolf amongst lambs

Lead to the slaughter

The ignorant forming a line

Humans treated like livestock

Mandatory genocide

Lead to the slaughter

The butcher waiting inside

Sharpening devices of torture

Insuring not one will survive

The slaughterhouse door opening

Welcoming into the house of suffering

Hooks plunged deep into flesh

Chains hoist them above the metal trench

Machines remove the skin

As organs pour from within

Defiled, desecrated

Punctured by blades serrated

Saw blades removing limbs

Work on the torso begins

Removing the skin

Bodies ripe beneath their tainted rinds

Feeding the scraps to the masses

They’re losing their minds

They’re losing their minds

Whole corpses grinded into a paste

Ingested by others from the trough

Excited, they love the taste

There’s no one to argue, there’s no one to save

Secret ingredients took to the grave

Take them to the grave

Removing the skin

Bodies ripe beneath their tainted rinds

Feeding the scraps to the masses

They’re losing their minds

Removing the skin

Bodies ripe beneath their tainted rinds

Feeding the scraps to the masses

They’re losing their minds