When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Lay em in the shade feed em grapes
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Lay em in the shade feed em grapes
Stab twist jab turn such a tragedy
Actually that badly burned
Flame thrower with the flow I never had to learn
Now what remains of the game, body bags and urns
Pillaging villages with diligent killer shit
Intricate penmanship on a binge for vengeances
No pens or sentences just sins repent a bit
Make amends then get revenge with benefits
I will follow nobody off of a cliff
Barely listen to the words they say
Some say I'm cursed some of em call it a gift
A death wish and a birthday cake
Money hungry mega church leeching preachers
Blinded by the light white Jesus features
Alpha and omega-hertz secret keepers
Geeks with beepers and placebo believers
Mean as hell single cell amoeba creatures
Playing Russian roulette hid beneath the bleachers
I'm a receiving heathen fever breeder
I'm a peace keeping heat seeking meat cleaver
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Lay em in the shade feed em grapes
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
In the shade, what's a hole to a grave
Your middle name pain last name misery
Mine's no shame 'cause it never meant a lick to me
Insult to injury since the turn of the century
So quote me and my deeds with the fees in parenthesis
I'm karma police piano keys of victory
Hanging on by a section of strings and a mean symphony
By any means empathy theme for mystery
Enemies overthrown overloaded sensory
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Lay em in the shade feed em grapes
I will follow nobody off of a cliff
Barely listen to the words they say
Some say I'm cursed some of em call it a gift
A death wish and a birthday cake
When preachers deceive us and wounds won't heal
Teachers sheep us and the classrooms kill
They on The Hill in Nirvana slipping belladonna pills
Supporting bathroom bills
Shivers and chills hearing deliverance squeals
Stab and twist stick em with thick steel
Suspenseful shrill from a distance ill
Posses powerful skill to heal sickness still
So when you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Never let the lamb see the blade
When you lead a lamb to the slaughter
Lay em in the shade feed em grapes
I will follow nobody off of a cliff
Barely listen to the words they say
Some say I'm cursed some of em call it a gift
In the shade what's a hole to a grave