Butcher
I am the butcher I have no heart Wind my mechanical drum And I'll beat this body to pulp For it once was a living being Now it is meat I do as you say, I'm in your hands People are meat in my hands Indistinguishable from the next I wear my god on a silver chain I'm in his hands I follow through with your orders From on high this heap of rot It's a job Thoughtless, heartless, butcher
Submitted by NecroLord — Aug 14, 2026
With my head in my hands I sit and cry Not for you, tears of anger You took my life away All of my work, all of my wealth Brought down by a child in the road And now I'm running Damn your joyful spirit God damn your very being Cold sweat and tears ruin me now Ruined by a child in the way They will find me They will destroy me Until then I keep running From the child, lifeless From the child in the road
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
This is the sound of the concrete floor Rock bottom, no turning back Time to act, time to run A killing floor waits for no one The killing floor awaits us all
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Remember him He turned it all around Remember him for what he became Not for what he was Remember him His crooked smile and charm He had such potential A leader of his pack But he would have changed Black holes in his head still searching You would have backslid Back to tears and hatred Had he lived long enough to see How ugly it would get It's a shame he didn't go sooner It's better that he's dead Remember him for what he was Not for what he was to be It's better this way It's better that he's dead Remember him It's better that he's dead
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
You didn't save me because you wanted to You did it because it's your job You didn't pray for me because you care No you did it because it's your job You didn't beat me out of passion It's your job You didn't rape me because it feels good You were killed in the line of duty Because it's your job You're dead It's your job You're dead For your job Your job
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026