Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain   Like a shriveled weed in a rotted bouquet   Glutted on death and you're thirsty again   And like a dog, you return to your vomit   Your place of sorrows and all of your torments   Has become your home and all of your best friends   To quench your addiction inject the drug that has filled you   And to fulfill your life turn to the one that will kill you   Mercy to you   Oh, pearls before swine   God is mythology   In your twisted mind   You're an open grave   A festering tomb   You live like an animal   And you'll die like on too   You're an accusing spirit; expose the dust in one's eye   While your empty sockets swarm with maggots inside   Diseases infests you, infections make you blind   Yet you lie in your cesspool swollen in pride   Scream of your rights, instincts and your freedoms   As you gaze through the bars of diseased addictions   Go ahead, serve your master-for I know him well   He'll throw you scraps from his table until you're devoured in Hell   To not believe in God   That does not mean   You believe in nothing, rather   You'll believe in anything   Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain   Glutton of death and you hunger again   Your place of sorrows and all of your torments   Has become a razed fortress and your God-forsaken friends