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?
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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