They say a man is born innocent... They say evil has to be learned. They were wrong. From cradle to cane... I have answered to one name. The Butcher. --- [VERSE 1] From cradle to cane, I walked through the rain, With a hunger in my belly And a devil in my brain. Mama called me precious, Daddy called me son, But something in the darkness Knew what I would become. I learned the sound of footsteps, I learned the smell of fear, I learned that every heartbeat Means the dinner bell is near. While the good men prayed for mercy, I sharpened up my blade— Some men leave behind a legacy... I leave a grave. --- [PRE-CHORUS] Hear that knocking at your door? Don't pretend you don't know. When the lights go out tonight, I'm already in the shadows. --- [CHORUS] FROM CRADLE TO CANE! FROM BLOOD TO BONE! I built my kingdom From the flesh of the unknown! RAISE UP THE BLADE! LET THE DINNER BELL RING! You can call me demon— You can call me king! I don't need a crown, I don't need a throne... THE BUTCHER IS COMING— AND HE'S NEVER ALONE! --- [VERSE 2] I keep a little ledger Of the names I never forget, Every stranger, every sinner, Every unpaid debt. There's a table in the cellar, There's a fire in the grate, And a thousand little secrets That I learned to marinate. I don't kill for anger, I don't kill for gold, I kill because the hunger Never did what I was told. And when the final candle Starts to flicker in the hall... I smile at my reflection And whisper: “Bon appétit, y'all.” --- [BREAKDOWN — heavy / shouted] BONE! BY BONE! BRICK! BY BRICK! I built this house Where the dead don't sleep! TOOTH! BY TOOTH! FEAST! BY FEAST! The Butcher's got a hunger That runs too deep! --- [BRIDGE — slower, sinister] When I'm old and gray, And my hands begin to shake, When the blade gets heavy And my bones begin to ache... I'll crawl down to the cellar One last time before I die, And I'll carve my name in crimson Where the oldest secrets lie. And when they bury me beneath the ground... Don't celebrate too soon. Because some monsters die... And some just change their tune. --- [FINAL CHORUS — HUGE] FROM CRADLE TO CANE! FROM BLOOD TO BONE! I built my kingdom From the flesh of the unknown! RAISE UP THE BLADE! LET THE DINNER BELL RING! You can call me demon— YOU CAN CALL ME KING! I don't need a crown, I don't need a throne... THE BUTCHER IS COMING— AND HE'S NEVER ALONE! FROM CRADLE TO CANE! Remember the name! THE BUTCHER! THE BUTCHER! THE BUTCHER! --- [OUTRO — whispered] From cradle... To cane... From first breath... To final flame... You were born... I was hungry. The Butcher.
