Pigs with Gods

Stole the head never made of nothing Broke signs of someone to still believe Cursing your prey another way to bleed Wanting more and seeing all the greed Made out of lies you never see it coming Thorns and the burden was never made for you Heavy it lies for someone like you to bear Strangers will take you and nothing can make you care Sorrounded by wolves hell will make it clearer Turning to rats and all will disappear Cursing your prey another way to bleed Wanting more and seeing all the greed