The Butcher

Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Is all of your fear, your fire, your family
Written within the Book of Butchery?

My appetite is endless
The people defenseless
This land is big, this land is bigger
But never as big as a mouth of a singer, oh

Every morning I listen to confessional
I don't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
Still, I keep it professional
And as penance I tell 'em to proselytize
Say the sun is red, say that I am red
Say all their bases belong to us

And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Put all your fear, your fire, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy

And the bishops will kneel at their altars and sing
Remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
Lay them all down in sacrifice
What of things? What things? What is this thing?
I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
And all this attention will gain you no favour in paradise

And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Go, all your fear, your fire, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy

The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I crack?
The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I crack?

Then I'll stand alone on a planet with (The crack)
Nothing left to remember it (Where is the crack?)
And I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it (When did I crack?)
I'll try, I'll try, but I'll never stop it, no

Muzzle me, muzzle, muzzle me (The crack)
Bind my will and break of me (Where is the crack?)
And you try, you try, you try to prevent it (When did I crack?)
You'll try, you'll try, but you'll never stop it, no

And I'll stand alone on a planet with (The crack)
Nothing left to remember it (Where is the crack?)
And I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it (When did I crack?)
I'll try, I'll try, but I'll never stop it, no

Muzzle me, muzzle, muzzle me (The crack)
Bind my will and break of me (Where is the crack?)
And you try, you try, you try to prevent it (When did I crack?)
You'll try, you'll try, but you'll never stop it, no