Slaughtering of the Pigs
Slaughter the pigs and bury them, let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
It's never been said so clearly except for now
That we never stop crying
Crying and yearning for this all to stop
I am sick
It's never been said so clearly except for now
I throw scrambled words onto a page and hope that the reader can interpret what I mean
My intentions and inspirations are meaningless, they provide nothing but a hand to hold through my chaotic mind
Without you I am meaningless, my words mean nothing without you to digest and process them
I am a walking contradiction
I like to think that I am smart
But in reality I spout pretentious bullshit like the rest of you
There are no real thoughts behind my eyes
No real intentions behind my lies
Just what feels right in the moment.
It has never been said so clearly except for now
You slaughter us every damn day
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
The graves are filled with the same name
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
You slaughter us every damn day
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
The graves are filled with the same name
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say