Abattoir (live at the mermaid. birmingham, uk. 30/3/86)
Feel my hate for you and your kind,
for the sh*t you believe in your minds.
You feel nothing - you just lied to me.
You have no emotions - just satisfied smiles.
Your mind is like an abattoir
You used me like a lamb for slaughter.
I never believed a word you said.
I'll p**s on your grave - laught when you're dead.