Whatever Helps You Sleep At Night

The slaughterhouse kings are here to stay.
She walks in and picks her poison, just what she needs.
She tells herself her lies won't hurt one bit.
Princess of thieves, and queen of laying with enemies.
Go flood your lips until they close.
You're at the end of your line I hope you know.
And use these words, ignore the noise.
I bet you thought this was never ending.
The saddest songs were sung for you.
Go drag this out, and beg for tears.
She pleads her case to ghosts.
But mother mercy is nowhere close.
You're not leaving here tonight.
I'll take the blame for this so you don't live with this.
We've come to the end of our road, we've been here before, and made it out.
But no one gets out of here alive.
Long live the slaughterhouse.