Pigs Make the Rules

For men who don't count, try to skip perversion of the biggest
There is no place for them and no words to describe
These kings, that we dream of killing
These kings, living nightmares without meanings

My life, my death
And the same smell, the same taste, no difference

You can think it's different for you
Close your eyes, hide your mouth, plug your ears
You can make so many lies
Lot of hate, lot of shame, deep in your souls

Pigs make the rules

Pigs make the rules, cheating their moves
As fat as they're bad and you feel abused

From here I can hear you scream
More pain for more gain; pimp speech

You're welcome in my paradise
And your angels are dead

Pigs make the rules, cheating their moves
As fat as they're bad and you feel abused
From here I can hear your fucking screams
More pain for more gain; pimp speech