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