Leave the Slop

Leave the Slop to Swine

Sirens screaming through the concrete pen
Glass-eyed cattle marching once again
Smiling faces walking to the blade
Trading souls for gold that slowly decays

Feeding on scraps like a holy feast
Calling chains the path to inner peace
Every empire’s built on rotten ground
Every king needs fools to kneel around

Chorus

Leave the slop to swine
I won't kneel and fall in line
While they toast rust in cups of gold
I sharpen silence till my blood runs cold

Leave the slop to swine
Let them drown in their own grime
If the empire still survives the rot
It’s because the herd consumes the trough

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Screens are preaching smoke like sacred law
And the masses cheer with open jaws
Every lie receives another crown
Every cage becomes a safer town

Sold for crumbs still warm from poisoned hands
Calling prisons promised lands
And when the ground ignites in flames
They ask who started all the blaze

Bridge

The bells don’t ring for liberty
They ring to chain conformity
Heads hung low along the trail
Drinking poison thinking they prevail

If the river dies before the sea
Too many mouths embraced the filth willingly

Final Chorus

Leave the slop to swine
Let them worship their decline
I won’t drink from stagnant wells
Or wear rust painted to sell

Leave the slop to swine
The herd builds every throne in time
Every rotten god they glorify
Was born from those too scared to question why

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“They call it peace...
I call it the pen...”