In the Land of Pigs

A slave, a crow, a friend to appease
The sour voice of an old disease
Lose the ruin, road to light
Follow crumbs with a wilted sight
Break the sullen gaze
They will beat the sunshine from my eyes
Dead beast, bruising the stride
Forget the frightening
I’m forgiving the way of the world
Every thief deserves a crown
And every king’s a criminal
Prize and pay to hold me down
Master of the blind faithful
So simple, the choice in slumber
Knowing what I’ll be
Now I see that I will be
The butcher
In the land of pigs, I’m still the king
The butcher
In the land of pigs, I’m always king
The butcher
In the land of pigs, I’m still the king
The butcher
In the land of pigs, I’m always king