Lyrics Swines Graced Gods - Handful of Hate

Swines Graced Gods

Here to crawl, from the stinking soil
Where once I prayed your fault to the
August purple altar where I collected blame and wrath
Here guilt spreads it’s needs into anguished forms
Of proud serenity protecting womb
Poisoned by despise, caducity vaults drown into contradiction
Bliss whipped to death, cold, ambition
Sacrilegious gift into this temple
Where bosomy pigs drift in sanctity
Swines graced gods, gods whisper insults
Where’s thy veil of purtiy?
Where’s thy faithful joy?
This is the hole, this is the void where everything
Wheezing is going to rot, where everything is going to rot
Swines graced gods
Sacrilegious gift into this temple where
Bosomy pigs drift in sanctity
Urinal cries liquor the scars here purity meets slur weeping eyes
Nails scratching teeth ravaging he temple
Here probity melts in blots
Caducity vaults drown into contradiction
Bliss whipped to death, cold, ambition