Odyssey of Tiny

Written by: Pantera | Album: “Far Beyond Driven” (1994)

One's own Kingman
Christ person, woman God
At battle with a mass astrengent
The bond that blends the weak to the wise

It's a safe assumption
That you'd want to save me now
But I'll never face castration
For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered
Slaughtered

Brainwashed by me
Myself influence I
Bird brained, world saver
A fake god rests dead inside you

It's a safe assumption
That you'd want to save me now
But I'll never face castration
For your sacred sow is left

Slaughtered
Slaughtered

System destroyed, exposed and unployed
The fruit of intention
Cry for their dead, but turning their head to ignore reality's claw
Knife to your wrist, syringe in your arm is your ounce of prevention
Give what you made, and under your name on your grave, is salvation

Slaughter the pig
The self righteous king for your own restoration
God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious for death is unanswered

Slaughtered
Slaughtered
Do sin
Do sin
Do sin
Do sin