The Pig

Whisper something to me so I can hear your voice

I'm pushing you away, my will be done, it is my choice

You sing to me in inky black with tendrils flailing wildly

Yet I remain in solid stone, no force on earth can move me

Why does it seem that all is slipping further from me?

I build and build and reaching up my arms cannot reach anything

Give me something, anything, why is it bleak and barren?

Don't I deserve the world after building, building, building, building?

You dangle happiness before me yet keep it out of reach

My well is dry and still I try to fill it up I seek and seek and seek

Nothing lasts except the empty swallowing my soul

But I will rise above this world and I will fill my holes

My heart and soul belong to me

I am my own, my own, my own

My heart and soul belong to me

I am my own, my own, my own

I am a fire, I eat the world and defecate the shell

I am a fire, I eat the world and defecate the shell

I am a fire, I eat the world and defecate the shell

I am a fire, I eat the world, defecate the shell

Defecate the shell, I defecate