Beneath the Brackish
I'll rip your fucking heart out
Rending and tearing and crushing the bones
Savor the sight of viscera exposed
I pity the man who's lost his primal side
The one that gets the shakes when the hammer drops
The one that keeps you hungry for your next fuck
I never lost my taste for blood
Declawed, defanged
You're nothing more than cattle
Fresh meat lined up for the butcher
Weighed, measured, quartered, fucked
Tasting fear and smelling panic
Salivating
There's no god here
Just fangs
So pray all you want
In the end you're still prey to me
Pray all you want
And I'll rip you apart
Spinning and rolling and tearing the flesh
Ripping and tearing then crushing the bones
Savor the sight of viscera exposed
A primeval hunger unchecked
A millenia of instinct
Eons of savagery
It's kill or be killed
Coded into the id
Apex
The top of the food chain
Unmatched
Evolution perfected
No room for mercy
No hope for salvation
Just brutal violence and the need to feed
Ruthless
Unbound and hunting you down
Like fucking rats
Flee like fucking rats
There's no god here
Just fangs
So pray all you want
In the end you're still prey to me
Pray all you want
Sheep to the slaughter
Shaking with dread
Your cries for rescue fall on deaf ears
There's no way out
A primeval hunger unchecked
A millenia of instinct
Eons of savagery
It's kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
You've reached the end of the line
Welcome to the abattoir
Take your place amongst the corpses
You'll join them floating in the brackish
Ominous bellows from the darkness
A massive current from a beast unseen
Eyeshine at the top of the water
Watch your faith slip under the surface
You're in my world now bitch
Torn limb from limb
The screams are music to my ears
Triumph
Domination
Inhale the pink mist from the death rattle
Rending and tearing and crushing the bones
Savor the sight of viscera exposed
I pity the man who's lost his primal side
The one that gets the shakes when the hammer drops
The one that keeps you hungry for your next fuck
I never lost my taste for blood
Declawed, defanged
You're nothing more than cattle
Fresh meat lined up for the butcher
Weighed, measured, quartered, fucked
Tasting fear and smelling panic
Salivating
There's no god here
Just fangs
So pray all you want
In the end you're still prey to me
Pray all you want
And I'll rip you apart
Spinning and rolling and tearing the flesh
Ripping and tearing then crushing the bones
Savor the sight of viscera exposed
A primeval hunger unchecked
A millenia of instinct
Eons of savagery
It's kill or be killed
Coded into the id
Apex
The top of the food chain
Unmatched
Evolution perfected
No room for mercy
No hope for salvation
Just brutal violence and the need to feed
Ruthless
Unbound and hunting you down
Like fucking rats
Flee like fucking rats
There's no god here
Just fangs
So pray all you want
In the end you're still prey to me
Pray all you want
Sheep to the slaughter
Shaking with dread
Your cries for rescue fall on deaf ears
There's no way out
A primeval hunger unchecked
A millenia of instinct
Eons of savagery
It's kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
You've reached the end of the line
Welcome to the abattoir
Take your place amongst the corpses
You'll join them floating in the brackish
Ominous bellows from the darkness
A massive current from a beast unseen
Eyeshine at the top of the water
Watch your faith slip under the surface
You're in my world now bitch
Torn limb from limb
The screams are music to my ears
Triumph
Domination
Inhale the pink mist from the death rattle
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hanson, Jeff Moeller, Doug Allman
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