Toy Guns in a Butchery

I feel like I was put on this earth to complain
I know, here I go again
Distilling my misery into some verses and a refrain
Three minutes of pain

But I'm just a butcher keeping up with my orders
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And yet these weapons are nothing but cutlery
Mere toy guns in a butchery

Toy guns in a butchery

Some drugs don't die, they just hide in my cells
Seeping into the stories I tell
Maneuvering my body and soul, almost like a spell
Before sending them both off to hell

But I'm just a butcher keeping up with my orders
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Yet these weapons are nothing but cutlery
Mere toy guns in a butchery

Toy guns in a butchery

You'd think that love could actually do something
But just like a stone by a grave, it says nothing
You'd think that love could actually do something
But just like a stone by a grave, it says nothing

And I'm just a butcher keeping up with my orders
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Yet these weapons are nothing but cutlery
Mere toy guns in a butchery