Two Pigs Fucking Labrat

Esconced in turgid lakes of sweat

The animals up to their necks

A heaving mass of evil shit

Sins that manifest themselves in sex

I feel that I've been done wrong

Pushed and laughed at way to long

Bestial ructions in fullest flowing

The filthy juices ripe on my tongue

To hurt myself priority

Punishment overdue rolls free

Senses race to ascertain the breach

Drown in pools of blood-soaked piss

Razors skate on a park of arteries

Release the presence of promiscuous whores

A face I knew but no longer recognize

Good-will overtook by power to despise

I feel no sorrow

Where previously I chose to wallow

The only path to inner-peace seems to me to be acceptance of responsibility

If I could just be a better man for one day then things may not have gone

This way

Cut off your legs to spite your life

I bring my hand down

Bring down the knife

Cut off your face

Pull out your eyes

To end your life

And spite your lies