F.O.M. - Pig

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

This is the time, the killing season

Where’s the rhyme, where’s the reason?

Your filthy hearts deceiving

The void that you believe in

Pour some pity on your pain

Nothing hurts like nothing gained

Now you’ve had your little treat

The rancid halo crowns your feet

Disinformation dominates

The fungus that you emanate

Your envy evens up the score

Your hating heart just begs for more

Mercy waits beyond the gate

And every time, it’s always late

The weakest link breaks the chain

A little flash, a little flame

Come forward, bless your head

Six lead lepers colored red

Glitter sweat and sin, you are

Your whoring heart just begs for more

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

My stumbling blocks your stepping stone

The architect sits slone

Take your time, tame the torture

Now the crime amends to slaughter

This long confession will call

Through bluing lips and layered spite

Penetrate, remonstrate

On tender lives you defecate

The spectre of democracy

Whose empire is obscurity

Glitter, sweat, and sin, you are

Your cannon canonized no more

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

Give me your wasted life

Give me your tainted knife

Give me your guiltless greed

Your bloated, bleeding need

Your corpse is colored red

Corrode corruption’s words

The burning light is blurred

The sick survive unheard

Your corpse is colored red

Corrode corruption’s words

Envy opens the door

Just a little bit more

Just a little bit more