Mother Pig Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

If I knew for sure that I had a soul 

I'd sell it right now 

for the chance to experience 

Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks 

into a perpetual episode of life support 

Clung to hope as the bastards of complacency 

and decent stand over us 

Carved from human bone by human bone 

Carved from human bone by human bone 

The magic wand of oppression waves above 

and occasionally bounces from skull to skull 

She's become the pig on the spit 

Salvation stuffed into her mouth 

like a rotted green apple 

We, the eager ants, 

wait below her and bask in her dripping fat 

No more audience 

No more audience 

Warm breath rises 

Boiled fat falls