Symphony For The Devil Lyrics - The Swining - Pig

Bodyhammer, bodyhammer 

Brain burn smolder 

Soft head hard shoulder 

I've eaten dirt from the shaking shiver boys 

I hid the hurts and my yellow liver noise 

The nightstick beats the prayer and the poise 

My skin flicks at the sound of my voice 

Another pound "put it on the yoke" 

While a miscarriage of justice is lost on the ropes 

Bodyhammer, I'm lost on the ropes 

Bodyhammer, I'm lost on the ropes 

Bodyhammer, I'm lost on the ropes 

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This is the eve of agony and ecstasy 

This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey 

I can do anything 

This is the dawn of lunacy our legacy 

This the root of vacancy and bigotry 

Bodyhammer, bodyhammer 

Bodyhammer, bodyhammer 

I can do anything 

I can see everything 

I can do anything 

I can see everything 

Bodyhammer, bodyhammer 

Bodyhammer, bodyhammer 

Give me the skin 

Give me the throttle 

Give me the skull 

Give me the bottle 

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I can do anything 

I can see everything 

I can feel anything 

See there before the strutting state again revealed 

The oldest hate justifies and sanctifies 

It's single aim to kill and maim 

This is the eve of agony and ecstasy 

This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey 

This is the dawn of lunacy our legacy 

This the root of vacancy and bigotry 

Bodyhammer, body hammer 

Bodyhammer 

I can't think I can't feel 

I can't see what the fuck is real 

There's something burning in my skull 

There's something burning on my skin 

There's something burning in my skull 

There's something burning on my skin 

This is the prime of punishment 

This is the time of pestilence 

This is the ink inside my head 

The crumb of crime from which I'm fed 

There's something burning in my skull 

There's something burning on my skin 

This is the prime of punishment 

This is the time of pestilence 

This is the ink inside my head 

The crumb of crime from which I'm fed 

There's something burning in my skull 

There's something burning on my skin 

There's something burning in my skull 

There's something burning on my skin