Here Come The Pigs

A loaded gun beneath my tongue

A halo on my head

The devil on my shoulder

An angel on my bed

Hear the sirens howling

How the engines roar

Heaven's on the television

Hell's outside the door

Let's rock

Feeling all the spiders crawl

Underneath my skin

Sewing shut the razor cut

From where I let them in

Digging all their teeth and claws

Deep into my veins

All the while I sit and smile

Trying to dig the pain

Let's rock

Here come the pigs into the slaughter

Here come the pigs into the slaughter

Feels like the walls are closing in

Over my head and still sinking

Feels like the walls are closing in

Over my head and still sinking

My shadow reaching for my throat

To take away my breath

Friends have come to lead me from

My cradle to my death

One hand held above a candle

Just to feel it burn

While the other wrote my suicide note

To whom it may concern

Let's rock