Apostle
Buried inside this prison of torture
Nothing around but death and decay
Floors upon floors of rivers of blood
I see him at the end of the hall
All he brings is fear and death
The only protection from death is the bed under which I rest
Little pig
Don't run, don't hide
I can make your pain stop
Violence makes judge by blood not words
Words lie, blood is red on red
All this violence I seek to destroy
I'll make the pain go away little pig
Blood is red, on red, on red
My son, my apostle
Sent down as a witness to my prophecy
Your testimony is written in blood on the walls
The only way out of this place is the truth
Accept the gospel and all doors shall be opened for you
Your ultimate witness
My own death upon burning cross
You made the right choice coming here buddy
You've got your nose to the grindstone
And your fingers on my chopping block
All my instruments lie and wait
For the chance to eviscerate
You want special attention buddy
Well, I'll give it to you
And mind your step on the elevator
Buried inside this prison of torture
Nothing around but death and decay
Floors upon floors of rivers of blood
I see him at the end of the hall
All he brings is fear and death
The only protection from death is the bed under which I rest
Nothing around but death and decay
Floors upon floors of rivers of blood
I see him at the end of the hall
All he brings is fear and death
The only protection from death is the bed under which I rest
Little pig
Don't run, don't hide
I can make your pain stop
Violence makes judge by blood not words
Words lie, blood is red on red
All this violence I seek to destroy
I'll make the pain go away little pig
Blood is red, on red, on red
My son, my apostle
Sent down as a witness to my prophecy
Your testimony is written in blood on the walls
The only way out of this place is the truth
Accept the gospel and all doors shall be opened for you
Your ultimate witness
My own death upon burning cross
You made the right choice coming here buddy
You've got your nose to the grindstone
And your fingers on my chopping block
All my instruments lie and wait
For the chance to eviscerate
You want special attention buddy
Well, I'll give it to you
And mind your step on the elevator
Buried inside this prison of torture
Nothing around but death and decay
Floors upon floors of rivers of blood
I see him at the end of the hall
All he brings is fear and death
The only protection from death is the bed under which I rest
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Writer(s): Cole Sims
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