Human experiments Galaxy-wide scale slaughtered by galactic gods Left on our own, adrift in cold dead space We're back to the state of wild beasts We're going straight to their slaughterhouse And there I won't be the calf I prefer to be to be the butcher Apocalypse, the end of the known world Our end or (a) chance to seize Survival instinct This is the end of time Expect nothing from above, no one will save you This is the end of time Survival made us strong and immune to pain. I refuse to end up as an iced corpse Abandoned by these traitors I did the right thing to reconquer the suns We're back to the state of wild beasts We're going straight to their slaughterhouse And there I won't be the calf I prefer to be to be the butcher This is the end of time Expect nothing from above, no one will save you This is the end of time Survival made us strong and immune to pain Survival made us strong and immune to pain I prefer to be the butcher