The Butcher from BLUNT by BLUNT

On blood's foundations they built a world of mass impotence.
Abuse of power came as no fucking surprise at all.

You're the butcher or the cattle.
You're the hammer or the anvil.
You can conquer you can serve.
But I ain't part of your fuckin herd.

Only the strong survive.

Trapped. Have to scrape have to claw.
You chopsy fucker want more.

You built your fence but your walls are broken,
on show for the world to see.
A bird born in it's keepers cage,
Trapped by the fear of breaking free.
"Who needs actions when you've got words?"
Lack of action put your face in the dirt.
I tried by best to make sense of it all,
but I can't lower to a coward's crawl.

You're the butcher or the cattle.
You're the hammer or the anvil.
You can conquer, you can serve.
But I ain't part of your fuckin herd.

Eyes blind to madness. Don't give a fuck about you.
Eyes blind to madness. Won't be the one to lose.

• Metal
• South Wales
• United Kingdom
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• Cardiff