Make Yourself Deny - Dissent Demo Pig

We'll slice right into heaven
And cut into the night
File in with the forgiven
And set this shit to right

We've got junkies and the jackpots
These vampire vultures fly
Fashion always takes them
And we keep our powder dry

You're so good
You're so giving and so game
With your props and pimps
And the parasites you sustain
And you count the final score
And you gladly ask for more
As you sink into the ground
Your heart's the only sound
That you hear

Here comes the daily damage
With filthy, woke up eyes
Like a wicked woeful wound
And a guilty little prize

I hear the wailing wheezing
Through the broken wall
These common creature comforts
You want them now, you want them all