The Year Of The Swine Lyrics - Converge

You carry the loyalty of dogs 

so you shall be led to the slaughter as swim 

IT all seemed so real in your whispers 

Adorned with the best of intentions, bleeding softly 

IT's late and my ears can't listen 

and these is no one to list me to my feet 

But still i dream of you 

twisting and contouring beneath a barbage 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 tears when we kiss 

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