Pig - The Sick lyrics

Don't think I can't see through you Don't think you would ever fool me I'll get what's coming to me >From the womb unto the tomb The stagnant air that fills the room Into the shrine where you have knelt You felt the buckle now feel the belt Your deepest cut will leave no mark This sceptic skin will never scar Come breathe some light into this dark *Be penitent and penetrate Between the liquor and all these lies See past the bruises of this hate Come face to face and meet your fate **The weak will walk the sick will see Caress my cursed soul for me These begging hands will prey with glee Upon your blackened fists and knees This sleuth hound is the Lord lies This boiling pot will draw the flies Write one more cheque before you die **Repeat *Repeat **Repeat Don't think I can't see through ya Do ya think I'd ever fool ya You'll get what's coming to ya You'll get what's coming to ya You'll get what's coming to ya The weak will walk the sick will see Caress my cursed soul for me These begging hands will prey with glee Upon your blackened fists and knees