Butcher’s Future Time –

Butcher’s Future Time – (Britischer Slang & Nihilismus) [Intro – Spoken, sarcastic tone] “Oi. Welcome to the end, mate. No gods, no rules, just rust and regret. You want music? I’ve got meat. Played loud. Played raw. Played wrong.” [Verse] Steel boots on butcher’s floor Flesh don’t lie, it wants more No future, no fix, no clean escape Just meat and metal, bent outta shape [Chorus] Butcher’s Future Time—innit grim? Blood on the beat, lights go dim We ain’t data, we ain’t divine We’re meat in motion, outta line [Bridge] System’s dead, wires fried We scream loud ‘cause hope’s denied No algorithm, no bloody cure Just noise and rot, that’s pure [Final Chorus] Butcher’s Future Time—no lie We burn the code, we never die Meat ain’t clean, meat ain’t tame We’re the glitch they’ll never name