Fit For Swine Song Lyrics
Fit For Swine by Burdens f**ked.
Rooted in sh*t.
With forked tongues they rise, in silence we fall.
Wipe from your eyes the rhetoric and their f**king lies
Pigs begot pigs.
Knee deep in filth.
False hand is lent. Spare them their guilt.
f**k.
The tyrant speaks and he molds his masses.
The drooling f**ks turned against their own.
Economic holocaust, not taught in our school books.
A false hand is lent. No will to survive.
Unleash the pigs. Bring their feed.
Piles of corpses masked in good deeds.
f**ked. f**ked. f**ked. f**ked.
Rise and you'll fall. Bound to the ground.