Liberty 37 Pig
Shotgun. Shotgun. First there is the light, then comes the shade. There will be blood and you will be paid. I am a spirit beyond pure and you will pay for the soul you've wasted. Pig. So line up line up, see what it is you put inside. You feast on flies like memories. Its said a drift with a hood you've made. It's the end of the road for him and its the end of the road for me. How many more must die like this to stoke the failure that you all feel. And I can't believe buzz like betrayal realization same as it ever was. I call for one who knows. All of your hi-de-hoes post like. It's the end of the road. Shotgun. Pig. Shotgun. And you ascend the bring to us to hell. And you will pray on what you can't sell. I have been given another name. But remember. Do you remember me. Do you remember how many more must die like this to stop the failure that you all feel. And I can't believe buzz like betrayal realization same as it ever was. I call for one who knows. All of your hi-de-hoes post like. It's the end of the road. Shotgun. Pig. Shotgun. Its all that I am. This tattered flesh and tattered bore. So what are you made of? Pig. Shotgun. So what are you made of?