Kingpig

All of your dreams are insane All of your thoughts are the mad dogs You're soaking wet of your sweat You start to hate all the life forms Your mind - replaced with the gears Your head - transformed into pigface You only squeal with no words They're meaningless anyways Only way you choose is violence It still doesn't bring the silence Never! Hey King, aren't you tired of your days? When you suffer from your dreams Hey King, with the destruction in your hands Still nothing you can feel Hey King, we are the numbers in your head, That are running all your gears Hey King, with your snout in all the troughs Feeding your hogs with the unreal Your name is sprayed on the walls No one believes in your intentions You lost the faith in your goals You linger in the tension You cannot kill everyone The world is coming to get you You cannot tear with your eyes Your head is pierced with your lies Walls of your castle are thick But the roots of it are so sick Crumble! Hey King, aren't you tired of your days? When you suffer from your dreams Hey King, with the destruction in your hands Still nothing you can feel Hey King, we are the numbers in your head, That are running all your gears Hey King, with your snout in all the troughs Feeding your hogs with the unreal And all the pigs go Ouiiii Do you feel the cold breath on you? No one will now come to save you No one! Hey King, aren't you tired of your days? When you suffer from your dreams Hey King, with the destruction in your hands Still nothing you can feel Hey King, we are the numbers in your head, That are running all your gears Hey King, with your snout in all the troughs Feeding your hogs with the unreal