Pigs from Consanguinity by Pariso
Tracklist
| 3. | Pigs | 2:44 |
Lyrics
When I was given my fathers tongue, young of mind and young of heart, so naïve of the patriots who sang. I learnt that history had many hopeless roads, a thousand years of siege, a cultural disease. I can't see what's in front of me. I'll spit on the life you keep. We are bound by blood alone. Your closed mind means nothing to me. That smoke that we both know seeps through desperation, it makes me gasp, a need for respiration. I'll coat myself in oil so I'll stick to your throat. Choke on the words, choke on the words that you wrote. I can't see what's in front of me. I'll spit on the life you keep. Blood is rising to my head, trying to gain, gain some sense. You lack a forgiving hand as you bury your head in the sand. Don't sell me venom and call it tradition. A girl who sees no lines loves the place you left behind. You have the nerve to say 'go home' when you have no love for your own.
