Ash
Pine boxes pile up we're sick from the stench
Exploding on contact is our fat skin
Choking on nails
We're faceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swine
A generation of swine
Our willingness to suffer is what keeps us alive
Trading in our shackles for a box of bloody knives
Exploding on contact is our fat skin
Choking on nails
We're faceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swine
It's getting tough to bare, I'm breaking up from it
We've got to change up the framework
Those sins of a generation of swine
We are the blood and the light
We carry all of the life
We are a lie, we are a lie
We are the blood of the swine, the swine
Faceless in a generation
Those sins of a generation of swine
It's getting tough to bare, I'm breaking up from it
We've got to change up the framework
Those sins of a generation of swine
Writer/s: ALAN NACINOVIC