“Pour some pity on your pain; nothing hurts like nothing gained. Now you’ve had your little treat, the rancid halo crowns your feet. Disinformation dominates the fungus that you emanate. Your envy evens up the score, your hating heart just begs for more.”

PIG // Prayer Praise & Profit

Death does all the talking, it’ll fuck you free
The secret of the senseless, soiled sick I see

PIG // Flesh Fest

Get down, shut up, baby, learn
I’ll absolve, while you observe

PIG // Cry Baby

PIG // A Fête Worse Than Death

He thinks he’s bad, ain’t got no plan
Rock this shotgun up his motherfuckin’ ass