The Butcher

(альбом: Picket Fence Cartel - 2009)

This man came to me he was looking for action
Pulling a blade to my neck
He said, “Call me the butcher 'cause that's my trade
And you know that I've come to collect”

I said
Hit me now
And we'll see where it leads

Cut me out
If you think I will bleed

Strike me down
If you think you're a man

'Cause I know that you don't understand

Because there is no weapon
There is no blade

You wonder why I'm not afraid?
I've erased all of my fear of the grave
You'll never kill him that lives inside of me

He looked into my eyes, all he saw was conviction
Dropping the blade to the earth
I said, “How could you think that I'd ever retreat?
You know that I'm already dead”