Choking on nails as the spike is hammered in
Pine boxes pile up we're sick from the stench
Exploding on contact is our fat skin
Choking on nailsWe're faceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swine
A generation of swineOur willingness to suffer is what keeps us alive
Trading in our shackles for a box of bloody knives
Exploding on contact is our fat skin
Choking on nailsWe're faceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swineIt's getting tough to bare, I'm breaking up from it
We've got to change up the frameworkThose sins of a generation of swineWe are the blood and the light
We carry all of the life
We are a lie, we are a lie
We are the blood of the swine, the swineFaceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swineIt's getting tough to bare, I'm breaking up from it
We've got to change up the frameworkThose sins of a generation of swine