Childhood fear, dreams come to life
Piercing the heart, holding the knife
Life is a game, playing the card
Dealt by dreaming, windows are barred
Before voices are heard, eyes can see
Evil and good who holds the key
Slayer of existence healers of soul
Both have a path, both have a goal

Get on the chopping block
The blade slices the skin
Upon the chopping block
The baby's life begins

Buckets of sludge, taken down
Higher souls lifted from the ground
Heal up quick, or stay with the sess
Most want to heal, some take the gruel
Control your brain, it's the final tool
No influence, no bribe to help you choose
In the end, you don't win or lose

I'm going to take you down
Down beneath the ground
I'm going to cut you in half
Choose your own permanent path

Get on the chopping block
The blade slices the skin
Upon the chopping block
The baby's life begins

I'm not the choice maker
I'm the butcher

I'm going to take you down
Down beneath the ground
I'm going to cut you in half
Choose your own permanent path

The blade slices the skin
The baby's life begins