Paula Abdullah The Butcher Lyrics

When the silence of our dying dreams, combines with the screams of the infant that lies in us all
We must not forget, the armies of those that we cherished, those that we loved
My war torn soldier, my restless companion
The hope of our strength must strike through our flannel, into our chest, where the wounds, they will never be forgotten

I'll burn this into my memory

The farmers daughter, she tends her garden
What life will come from the seeds that she has sown
I wish I could tell her that the flowers that she plants, they'll soon rise up and they'll devour us all
I'm covered by weeds, and swallowed underneath the rubble of this cold and distant world

I promise, I promise, I'll never break a promise

So run with the scissors in your hand
You'll get no commands from your lieutenant tonight
Run with the scissors in your hand
Your shoes are untied, and you look kinda lonely

To those of you, that still remain
Lift your weapons toward the sky
Cause this is a mutiny, this is a take over
No one leaves this place alive

This is a mutiny, run for your life
This is a take over, and no one leaves this place alive
This is a take over, run for your life
This is a mutiny, and no one leaves this place alive

Well we're gonna write the names in red, all over the wall
Everyone please have patience, there's enough for us all
Cut the blood bags that keep the bastards alive
You gave your testimony, and then you swallowed the night
You swallowed the night

There's two sides to the story
You know it's sadder than words
My love life's like a poem, without any verbs

Run for your life
Just run for your life
Run for your life
I'll cut your blues away