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...

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...
Exploding on contact,
Is our fat skin,
Choking on nails...

We´re faceless,
In a generation,
Those sins of a generation of swine...
It´s getting tough to bare,
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 tough to bare,
I´m breaking up from it,
We´ve got to change up the framework,
Those sins of a generation of swine...