Year Of The Pig

Damned to wear your lies like necklaces of lead

Would you drag this lake, and pull me out, if

I sank with them

No If it makes your eyes roll back,

Roll 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 that crucifix around your neck,

I'm ******** (like you)

If it makes your eyes roll back,

Roll back in your head then

I, I hope that you burn up

Before you hit the ground