Señor Carnicero

I see you're eager
Mr. Butcher
To take me to the edge of your knife
Like I'll flourish
Under the Sun and the Moon
Under the Sun and the Moon
Through the transformations

The evening will fall and you
Mr. Butcher
Will be hung up on your chores
Always cutting meat
And when the Sun hides
Navigate in your space

We're cows without reason
And a knife cuts us
There inside you'll find
Your ignoble synthesis
Navigate in your space
Navigate in your space

Dawn breaks early
And we go to graze
The Sun tells us
The story of its end