Beautiful you are. Although your thirst it does consume. Ride the dream a greased up queen. Sinking towards the tomb. What was once a taste. Has now become your own desire.
Put Me in Charge of Population Control. I'll Make Sure We Have lots of Room. I'll Make Sure No One Gets Out Alive. I'll Make Sure Nothing Here Can Survive.
Die Pig Die. As I Clutch My Hands Around Your Throat. Die Pig Die. As I Watch Your Eyes Begin to Bloat. Die Pig Die. You Will Taste My Defecation Soon.