Slaughterhouse of Love

The time has come for everyone to wake from walking sleep Centuries have come centuries have gone repeating history We live for pleasure without no measure Of billions of hands from which we feed There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun And everybody's got a gun In the slaughterhouse of love The time has come for everyone to watch the waters rise Riding low on that thin blue line to be washed up with the tide So much consumed and thrown away poison our earth to doom There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun And everybody's got a gun In the slaughterhouse of love In the slaughterhouse of love who is to blame For those dying in vain or lying in heaven's name Break free, break free The curse of the moon on the bird of desire Her lust for power and thirst for fire The curse of the moon on the bird of desire Her lust for power and thirst for fire There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun And everybody's got a gun Everybody's got a gun Everybody's got a gun In the slaughterhouse of love In the slaughterhouse of love In the slaughterhouse of love