Epidermal Butchery Lyrics

Epidermal Butchery (words and music: Pope) Bodies slumped in pain, screams of agony, victims of themselves. Pleasure in butchery, cut to ease the pain, gash to alleviate. Slice in hopes to die, is this any way to live life? Epidermal trauma, fixated on only problems, sought the easy solution. You are your own victim, no hope no love no peace, no nothing at all. slice in hopes to die, is this any way to life life? Physical devastation, nailed to a cross, Christ was cut for you, your disease is his, His love is yours to have, all you need to do is ask, He was sliced, beaten and died, He did it to save your life.