Kill me the way,

That I thought you,

Should always do,

Bleed me out,

Like a stuck pig,

Born to be crucified,

Spirit torn from flesh,

I am your sacrifice.

 

What do you take me for?

I am not your dirty fuck whore,

But why do you think that you,

Should have the right to take me apart.

 

Expectations run deep

But how much should it keep

Can we live without putting in the needles

Of regret

So deep

Into everything that once stood for the I

The shattered remains

 

Place this on like dirty filth

Be called the dirty pig pig pig

Like the mud that stains our very soul

We claim purity, oh but we like to be so dirty

Dirty dirty, in filth we bathe

Ready to be torn apart

By the maws of our own justice

Can we not accept the Gommorah

We will be here, in wallows of our despair

Before admit our inner disgust