Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain Like a shriveled weed in a rotted bouquet Glutted on death and you're thirsty again And like a dog, you return to your vomit Your place of sorrows and all of your torments Has become your home and all of your best friends To quench your addiction inject the drug that has filled you And to fulfill your life turn to the one that will kill you Mercy to you Oh, pearls before swine God is mythology In your twisted mind You're an open grave A festering tomb You live like an animal And you'll die like on too You're an accusing spirit; expose the dust in one's eye While your empty sockets swarm with maggots inside Diseases infests you, infections make you blind Yet you lie in your cesspool swollen in pride Scream of your rights, instincts and your freedoms As you gaze through the bars of diseased addictions Go ahead, serve your master-for I know him well He'll throw you scraps from his table until you're devoured in Hell To not believe in God That does not mean You believe in nothing, rather You'll believe in anything Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain Glutton of death and you hunger again Your place of sorrows and all of your torments Has become a razed fortress and your God-forsaken friends