Testo di Year Of The Pig

Another year drips down the drain and I'm sick from trying. One inch closer to the answers but I'm still the same. No love, no dream, no touch, no feeling, no hope for salvation. Puckered pigs as dignitaries fistfucked with money. Powersick parasitic fangs bared to feast. No pigs, no plea, no judge, no jury. No ego-powered delusion. I'm gone, I'm done this year has gone to my head. I need to find a safe place because I'm feeling lost in this world. I need to find a safe place. We're the casualty of apathy, eyes closed to everything. Safe at home in our indifference while the deaths keep rising. No god, no greed, no force, no freed, no military solution. Another term with nothing learned but disillusion and confusion. False reports from every front sustain American illusion. No change, no move, no truth, no news, no political revolution. I'm gone, I'm done this year has gone to my head. I need to find a safe place because I'm feeling lost in this world. I need to find a safe place