MUZZLE from Drawn & Quartered by Vicegrip

Let slip the dogs of violence
Let slip the hounds of war
Dispose of bodies in makeshift coffins
Their blood washes up onto the shore

Bastard zealots behead their profits
Entrust their faith into this book of psalms
Now left to fester beneath the carnage
With nails driven through our palms

Let slip the motherfucking dogs of war and hate
dehumanize the ones who can't relate
devalue the life left in sunken eyes
Classify as animals to despise
To prod and tame

Get out before the blood dries
War lust, the taste imbued
Decolonize your mind
Before it starts bleeding through
Bury the lies, burn the dying
What you're trying to sell
We're not buying

Cut out their tongues
Abort their language
This is the end of all you've ever known

Bloodlust of disembodied nature
Plague infecting this sacred place
Open sore, a public erasure
Transmitted only through the human race

We were the chosen people people
That learned their verses and rehearsed their psalms

Now left to fester beneath the carnage

With nails driven through our palms

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