The Slaughter Of The Lamb

The slaughter of the lamb Had me shocked at the slaughterhouse, when I was left alone Seeing it tied mouth down to the chrome table Blood after the cutting, running like a river And the thing is still alive, not drowned The slaughter of the lamb frightened me. Raging eyes drifting into sleep, without a bleep Thoughts go running wildly, what if that was me Blood after the cutting, running like a red river Flies hung hungry hovering around for what they see as a sea What if this was one day, meant for me? The slaughter of the lamb so frightens me When its heart hadn't stopped beating yet I thought what if that was I dragged from the field Only to die, drown in a red sea Oh, the slaughter of the lamb, it sure did frighten me.