Choking on nails   As the spike is hammered in   Pine boxes pile up   We're sick from the stench   Exploding on contact   Is our fat skin   Choking on nails   as w're creeping near the end      We're faceless   In a generation    Those sins of a generation of swine   A generation of swine      Our willingness to suffer    Is what keeps us alive   Trading in our shackles for a box of bloody knives      We're faceless   In a generation    Those sins of a generation of swine   It's getting hard in here   I'm breaking up from it   We've got to change up the framework   Those sins of a generation of swine      We are the bloody and the light   We carry all of the life   We are a lie   We are a lie    We are the blood of the swine, the swine      We're faceless   In a generation    Those sins of a generation of swine   It's getting hard in here   I'm breaking up from it   We've got to change up the framework   Those sins of a generation of swine