The Lions

You sat your life, the fraing rope of a knot that you´ve been trying.
You´re hanging like your only hope is a joke and no one´s buying.
I studied in your iffy eyes, the times that you ere lying and babe it came as no surprise when you fed me to the lions. Face down and fazed out.

I turned my mouth, I let out a cough, and I knew that was dying.
I´m operation at a loss so I´ve given up trying.
When I felt my feeble legs come off, I finally took to flying.
I felt just like a wounded moth when you fed me to the lions.
Face down and fazed out.

I´m just a pig, I´m in my shit, I´m rolling and I´m blinded.
I´m screaming while the farmer gets his razor in my hymen.
The ugly world is a great big trough every villain left there vyring.
I thought that you were getting soft when you fed me to yhe lions.
Face down.