The Slaughtered Lamb's lyrics & chords

"Our dreams pursue our dead and do not find." A shotgun wound on the face of a child, a sodomized corpse of a priest, afterbirth of an aborted fetus, the bloody condom of your raped mother-- there is destruction to be had, it has a name. Welcome to The Slaughtered Lamb. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply....read more