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Pig Destroyer Album



2004
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Intro

[No lyrics]

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Maybe she'll
snap her wrists doing cartwheels
or her ankle
dancing drunken at some rave

Maybe she'll go through a windshield
and have twinkling bits of glass stuck in her face
She's so pretty in her casts
damaged so perfectly

She's so pretty in her casts
prettiest thing I've ever seen

I only get to hold her when she's injured
I only get to kiss her where she's sore

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Dopesick for your sympathy
I'm a cold slithering monster haunting
your holy footsteps forever

Sweetheart blacken my eyes
they'll still shimmer like
assassin knives

Cut my lips off
see the lacerations grin
I'm a student of obsession -
You taught me everything I know

. . .


She rolls out of bed
with the blankets wrapped around her
dragging like the virgin's wedding gown

There's a scarlet hourglass
at the base of her spine

Four arms offer caresses
four arms brandish knives

Her tongue twirls in her
mouth spinning webs of lies

. . .


My eyes have changed color
some sick yellow that i've never seen

My stomach is knotted with hunger
for the taste of her sex obscene

She whispers
such sweet
death threats
in my
daydreams

So punish me for weakness
blame me for everything
i don't like the suffering
i like the sympathy it brings

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In this two bedroom tomb I'm sitting all alone
with the television static and refrigerator drone

I'm waiting for those blessed arms that seem to wrap around me
six or seven times
Praying for them to come home

I could cut myself to pass the time
haven't felt anything in days

A six year old girl dances on my ceiling
she might as well be dancing on my grave

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Someday I'll find a way
to win her over
she knows it's me
calling again
I can feel her rolling her eyes

These words I used to scream from the rooftops
they just fall like ash from my tongue

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With trembling fingers I trace her jawline
such a geometric mystery of celestial design

Her fragile lips for delicate grins to spite the sour heart within
I count the freckles on her shoulders
I taste confection 'tween her thighs

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She frolics through the rain
whispering love insane
her kisses exit through
heart-shaped exit wounds

Her skin like flesh of angels
her blood my catholic wine
it moves slowly through me
disintegrates my spine

She's got heroin embraces
that I still need to be in
I force myself to loathe her
so I can fall for her again

Her lips are wet with venom
her posture's serpentine
she'll touch my arm and
flowers grow there
poisonous and obscene

All her shrugged little movements
and their despotic majesty
in the midst of such perfection
I can't help but feel diseased

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Like SS Regalia on your skeletal frame
a forked tongue French kiss
from three feet away

We hold each other like hostages one last time
as the vipers spiral down your leg then spiral up mine

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When she touches me it's like a rodent sifting through garbage
but it's better than just rotting away

The dead honeybees suckle withered flowers
'cause they don't know what else to do

When she kisses me her lips are like chalk
beneath empty socket eyes
compassion takes too much effort I suppose

. . .


The tape across your mouth says more
than your words ever could
You're squirming and screaming
as I tease your eyes
with glowing needles

Crawl slug
drag your shattered legs behind
I know no matter how much I hurt you
She'll always love you more than me
But all of this isn't for the sake of her love
it's for the sake of my jealousy

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The bullet hole looks so right in your head
like it had been missing all along

The blood streaked across your face
like some twisted lover's deformed lipstick trace

Staring at your reflection
wondering how you're still alive
wondering if she's somewhere
laughing
deciding whether to let you die

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Yesterday she showed me her bruises
pulled her sweater up underneath her breasts
They were scattered 'cross her rib cage
like a little patch of violet rorshach tests she said

Just 'cause I can't crawl inside you
that doesn't mean I'm not your parasite

She used to be so radiant
so sexy when she laughed
now her eyes look like gravesites
as she speaks in epitaphs

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Half asleep in an open grave
I'm gazing into the sky carving her
shape in the dark clouds

I want her to drown me in her poison
I thought she was sewing up my wounds
but she was really planting tumors inside

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Your heart looks delicious
she says licking her lips
as her kamikaze fists
crash into floating ribs

I stare at you the way you stare at your mirror

So please show me no mercy
don't be a soft assassin
I scream
though I'm laughing inside
I know you can't destroy me
but you're adorable when you try

. . .


Buildings collapse
in the distance behind you
but I'm hypnotized
by your quivering voice, your fluttering eyes
that I don't see them fall

They could crack open all the cages
set every demon free
send a bullet screaming to the president's head
crack it open
for everyone to see

I'm dead to this world
so bury me deep in your arms tonight

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Push my fingers past her ear
watch them disappear
into her brown hair
I wish the rest of me could go with them

Her bedroom is quiet
but my heart screams
a horrifying sound
Like a hundred crippled horses
lying crumpled on the ground
begging for a rifle
to come and put them down

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I can swallow secrets
and spit up blackmail
saccharine words and plastic charm
can dazzle for a short time

I just want to help you
in my own selfish way
I will bow my head and kiss your hand wishing I could snap every finger

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I can feel the glacial crawl of time
like a dull razor carving up my face

I can feel the last drops of youth lingering inside
I write another love letter to another heartless girl

. . .


These strange thorned vines
spring from the ground
they wind around me
as they bind me down

She moves across the rosegarden
suspended in a dark cloud of flies

Her toes drag
the tops of the flowers
and leave them blackened
and shriveled

In her wake

Her hands dangle from thin strings of skin
her forearms they're like gun barrels smoking crimson

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