Swine

What I think is I don't think
What I feel is I don't feel
What I take, you can't take
What you won't give, I will steal

They caught you playing with pigs
You can lie down with me
Watch your step in the mud
You've got shit on your knees
Now I've messed my bed
Is that blood on the sheets?
The bodies lie where they may
Fallen down to my conceit

They crowned you queen of the low
But can they tell if you ache?
Now the numbness is gone
They'll feel the pain when they wake
When you're on your back
Will you squeal for me?
You're face down in the mud
Consumed by all your greed