Pig With a Spirit

Drifting through the clouds In a striped, paper sky Pulling down what's left of your halo To show the damage of each of your lies I don't want to know your name I just want to see you pay I think you need to feel this As you watch me burn down your castle I will take your life And steal your family You’ll only own the hate You impregnated in my soul Come into my world Welcome to the real Come down to life Tell me, can you feel it yet? Walking through the streets Hits you like a bus at full-speed Takes your appetite and fills it with This stabbing need to scream in the face Of every person that ever walked out And left someone like you To be whatever to whomever and never Bothering to explain why They tore it out of you But not before they broke it in half Still inside Still able to hide But not now Fingernails digging deeper Into your chest, tell me Can you feel it yet?! Smiling as you parade through the world Fake a laugh as you find yourself trapped Inside the shell you believed Only existed in your mind Slave to the money that you never see Your fame’s a hooker with a knife Flip your words around to impress the press Mediate the media, but you love the attention Sell your tapes, trash "our" God Get a magazine cover What’s your voice to me? Just another noise echoing Through a world of desperation You’re a pig with a spirit You’re nothing but a signature Last week’s fantasy This year’s famed insanity And judging by the look on your face As firemen extinguish your life That finally, now you feel it But tell me…how do you like it?