[Intro solo] [Banjo and heavy down-tuned electric guitar, industrial synth feedback roaring] [Steel doors slam, red light hums, footsteps echo like smoke] [Opening] I can feel the madness in the air tonight I can hear the screaming and howling in the darkness Steel doors slam, red light hums, the thick blood smell making me sick and weak I can see their sinister grin looking at me laughing with blood-soaked hands There's no turning back—I put on my hockey mask and grab my machete Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! (Slaughterhouse!) [Verse 1] It's time to kill these fucking monsters who have been killing these innocent people with their wicked grin Paper crown on a rusted throne, false god smile in the TV glass selling our chains as a way back home We march in line, barcode halos, ink still wet on the branded skin They call this order, call it mercy, call it good while the walls close in I am so damn done with these motherfuckers with their manipulating words, tricking us walking into their slaughterhouse, killing us for their false gods! [Pre-Chorus] Freedom gone, they twist the word Every screen says “trust, comply” Hands up high, but not in praise, just to prove we’re tagged, defined There's no returning, there's no more retreating, no more backing down We need to stop this now before we all die from their madness! [Chorus] My demon self break out (Boogie Man) No more denying myself anymore, time for the slaughter to begin Show them the real monster they should fear in this slaughterhouse, no more holding back (Sicko) Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! (We're screaming but it blends into the sound) [Verse 2] Blood dripping off my mask and machete, underneath I give a wicked grin watching them fall in front of me Clipboard fate in a clerk’s soft hands, click one box and erase our names as we shuffle forward, colder, number by number Laughing like a Sicko hunting down these demons and their leaders who claimed to be gods of this world Feeling my demon self laughing watching them fall before us, we are becoming one (Boogie Man) No more! No more! I am their nightmare SICKO! [Banjo Solo & Heavy Breakdown] [Verse 3] Look how this world becomes deranged and mad like everyone loses themselves in this chaos My brother, my sister, can you see this madness yet, can you see this wicked game they told us to play? They told us we are the heroes of this world, but in reality, we are the monsters they created against our will Waking up do you see the tag they put behind your neck with a barcode in black ink? You are a slave to this slaughterhouse—wake up, wake up, WAKE UP! [Bridge] In this slaughterhouse I am having fun starting this massacre on these wicked demons and false gods No more letting them brainwash the innocent and killing us, I am no hero but I won't let this stand anymore! (SICKO) Break out, run! Sirens claw at the back of my skull Don’t look back, run! If you turn, you turn to salt in the flood! [Pre-Chorus] Massacre! Massacre! Massacre! There's no returning, there's no more retreating, no more backing down We need to stop this now before we all die from their madness! [Chorus] My demon self break out (Boogie Man) No more denying myself anymore, time for the slaughter to begin Show them the real monster they should fear in this slaughterhouse, no more holding back (Sicko) Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! [Outro Solo] [Banjo and heavy electric guitar dragging into a final bend, choir echoes in background] [Ending] Sicko! (Sicko!) Sicko! (Sicko!) No more hiding, no more running I finally grab this hockey mask and my machete, I'll start this war because we need to be free from this system I am the human they fear because I am sick of this madness! I am the human breaking free from this massacre in this slaughterhouse! [Echo fades in metal and bone]
