Butchers Block - Anacrusis

Look around, it’s all going black

Tons upon tons and it’s breaking our backs

We’re setting our course

Leading ourselves, one by one

To the butcher’s block

We’re sharpening the axe ourselves

Grinding it sharper to cut through the world

Touching the blade to the grinding stone

Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut

We’re killing ourselves by running away

We’ve got to stop before it’s too late

Six feet under is where we will be Deeper and deeper

We’re digging our own graves

We’re sharpening the axe ourselves

Grinding it sharper to cut through the world

Touching the blade to the grinding stone

Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut

If we take the seeds of time

And throw them to the wind

To fall upon the infertile soil

The weeds of carelessness shall overtake the land

Until there is nothing left to destroy

And if we fail we can’t go back

We can’t go back

It’s in our hands

The fate of man

Our heads on the block, is this the end?

The decision is ours, our necks will not mend

We’re setting our course

Leading ourselves

To the butcher’s block