Converge - Year Of The Swine lyrics

You carry the loyalty of dogs

so you shall be led to the slaughter as swine

It all seemed so real when you whispered

adorned with the best of intentions

Bleeding softly

It's late and my ears can't listen

and there is no one to lift me to my feet

But still I dream of you

twisting and contorting beneath a garbage bag veil

And this is how it ends

Pretty and black as the soul

Just for one split instant I want to be the lucky one

Not to have the pleasure

of tasting the salt of my own tears when we kiss