Converge - Year Of The Swine lyrics

You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swine It all seemed so real when you whispered adorned with the best of intentions Bleeding softly It's late and my ears can't listen and there is no one to lift me to my feet But still I dream of you twisting and contorting beneath a garbage bag veil And this is how it ends Pretty and black as the soul Just for one split instant I want to be the lucky one Not to have the pleasure of tasting the salt of my own tears when we kiss