A Machine For Pigs

A bullet in the head of a newborn A distant burning sings to me Ablaze with the smolders of hatred Cast into a ceaseless dream Cut my veins and burn them shut Medicate with fire and lust Alive with the torment of shameless self-immolation What you say comes back around A message in the fray Parts of me distend and splinter But this ends today A crown upon the head of a traitor A knot that's tied with twice the force To strike the backs of vows That I know you've sworn What you say comes back around A message in the fray Parts of you distend and splinter But this ends today Pulled apart Fermenting on an open field Insides to the sun Offal turning black amidst a humid summer haze It nurtures every part of me