Tuesday, 29 September 2009

every day is exactly the same

i believe i can see the future
cause i repeat the same routine
i think i used to have a purpose
but then again
that might have been a dream
i think i used to have a voice
now i never make a sound
i just do what i've been told
i really don't want them to come around

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i can feel their eyes are watching
in case i lose myself again
sometimes i think i'm happy here
sometimes, yet i still pretend
i can't remember how this got started
but i can tell you exactly how it will end

i'm writing on a little piece of paper
i'm hoping someday you might find
well i'll hide it behind something
they won't look behind
i'm still inside here
a little bit comes bleeding through
i wish this could have been any other way
but i just don't know, i don't know what else i can do


















march of the pigs

step right up march push
crawl right up on your knees
please greed feed (no time to hesitate)
i want a little bit
i want a piece of it
i think he's losing it
i want to watch it come down
don't like the look of it
don't like the taste of it
don't like the smell of it
i want to watch it come down
all the pigs are all lined up
i give you all that you want
take the skin and peel it back
now doesn't that make you feel better?
shove it up inside surprise!
lies
stains like the blood on your teeth
bite, chew, suck away the tender parts
i want to break it up
i want to smash it up
i want to fuck it up
i want to watch it come down
maybe afraid of it
let's discredit it
let's pick away at it
i want to watch it come down
now doesn't that make you feel better?
the pigs have won tonight
now they can all sleep soundly
and everything is all right




















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