| Glorious the end to be, crucified in lust
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| Curse of all that’s left to see, fears that bend your trust
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| Failing by your loyalty, all your heroes hung
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| Your world means nothing to me, I don’t belong
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| Haunted by the things we did
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| Buried in the graves we dig
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| Prophecy
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| Dystopia
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| Lifeless we exist
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| Razor of euphoria running down your wrist
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| By design you build your shrines, jealousy, distrust
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| Like a swine we fail in line, corroding into dust
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| Haunted by the things we did
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| Buried in the graves we dig
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| Every morning I relive
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| Only worth what you can give
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| I’ll never die like a pig
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| You survive believing you’re alive: feeding the rest of the hive
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| Now betrayed, believing you are saved, living your life from the grave
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| You, drone
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| It’s not your own
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| Cutting yourself to the bone
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| Swine
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| Pig
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| You’re all alone
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| Now dig, dying like a pig
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| We’re all dying like pigs |