Year of the Pig

Damned to wear your lies

Like necklaces around

Would you drag this lake

And pull me out

Of my sanguine hands?

If it makes your eyes

Roll back, crawl back

In your head, then I

I hope that you burn up

Before you hit the ground

Now I see through you

And there's nowhere

For the pig to hide

I'm like crucifix

Around your neck

I'm bullshit like you

If it makes your eyes

Roll back, crawl back

In your head, then I

I hope that you burn up

Before you hit the ground

If it makes your eyes

Roll back, crawl back

In your head, then I

I hope that you burn up

Before you hit the ground

The ground, the ground, the ground