Till the Cows Come Home

Nominate the sitting hens While they cling to a screen wire Watch them picking with their cut-off bills Crown he fattest, crown the best Breeding brooder that contest In the competition that you give Let's play a losing game Versus the sickness and versus the pain Versus the butcher again and again The winning is rated The bodies were sized And the winner is ... prized Nominate the perfect egg And observe its innocence Like the whiteness of a stillborn child Crown the fattest, crown the best Laying layer that contest In the competition that you give Let's play a losing game Versus the sickness and versus the pain Versus the butcher again and again The winning is rated The bodies were sized And the winner is ... prized Nominated to die Prized

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Born into, born into this room as you I have never left I grew in my futility, just me The room is was born into Is made of cells without a view An artificial wind that blew To bring my silent love to you Her angelic face, her immaculate grace Are shining through the night Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky But loving you is like when pigs fly I still know, I'll see you when we stand in rows Ready for the walk And so I will start to move and go With you my darling hand in hand We'll stumble to loading ramp A cold September wind will blow Then I will kiss you, yes I know Her angelic face, her immaculate grace Are shining through the night Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky But loving you is like when pigs fly

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I was sick to death With that long agony I was permitted to sit When she bound me She likes spitting in my face But I love her so much She likes spitting in my face And I tremble at her touch Cause I'm loving you too much Cause I'm loving you too much Cause I'm loving you too much And I tenderly touch you But now I float away To my hideaway Where you have not been That you have not seen Not even in your dreams She breaks my pride Can it be right She burns my barn She sets it alight She likes spitting in my face But I love her so much She likes spitting in my face And I tremble at her touch Cause I'm loving you too much Cause I'm loving you too much Cause I'm loving you too much And I tenderly touch you But now I float away To my hideaway I was sick to death With that long agony I was permittet to sit When she unbound me

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

All animals are equal Equal to the sky Equal to the ocean Equal when they die There's a pig down in the mud Face the dead man in his blood Chained up neat roll down the rails Down to meet you at a place When they look at you And you at them To sing it together again All animals are equal Equal to the sky Equal to the ocean Equal when they die I'm the porkling that was grilled I am the victim that was killed Me in chains roll down the rails Down to meet you at a place While they look at me And I at them To sing it together again All animals are equal Equal to the sky Equal to the ocean Equal when they die

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Dine with me And come a little closer Have a seat Be my guest Now take a guess What we are having today Don't think too long You might be wrong Why won't you eat with me? Why won't you? Pig nick You ask me What for I got these big eyes You ask me What for I got this big nose Now take a guess What for I got this huge mouth Don't think too long You might be dead and gone (Well done!) Why won't you eat with me? Why won't you? Pig nick

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

You told me to hold on here To hold on like day old beer To hold on for your return May I yearn and burn? I sit in my rocking chair And swing like a doctrinaire On things that won't be so Up and down Day by day, all night long, All the years you have been gone I hold on here Till the cows come home The bitterness inside me Embraces me totally And opens me finally I have been alone I hold on a rocking chair again And swing like a doctrinaire again On things that won't be so Up and down Day by day, all night long, All the years you have been gone I hold on here Till the cows come home Oh god I'm yearning, I'm always burning For things that are gone But now I'm learning To stop turning around, to hold on That's not a song about you, not about me, not about anyone Maybe an outstanding account to be paid For all the days, all night long, all the years I hold on till the cows come home

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The pain I said was old and irregular The pain you heard was big as a solid brick wall Pain is formed by the limit of our domain No we'll try to turn it round To turn the pain to sound Pain is party There's a point in pain, in this falling of ours I believe in suffering and playing like us Now we'll try to turn it round To turn the pain to sound Pain is party just a party

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Who's the liar Who claims to know the truth It's your desire To see the tings so smooth Who's the liar Who claims to know the truth Here's a warning For those who need proof You see the sun is shining bright To bask in the sun and feel all right Don't disregard the consequences I see the sun is burning your skin While you are sleeping and dreaming of me Open your eyes and realize Truth is aching in sunburnt awakening Who's the liar Who claims to know the truth Here's the answer A haunting tune You see the sun is shining bright To bask in the sun and feel all right Don't disregard the consequences I see the sun is burning your skin While you are sleeping and dreaming of me Open your eyes and realize Truth is aching In sunburnt awakening You see the sun is shining bright You wear sunglasses to save your sight Ultra protection for your skin I watch you sprawling in the sand Forgot my suncream now I'm taned I open my eyes and realize It's high time I should decieve me It's high time I should belive me Sunburnt

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Take this kiss upon the brow I'm departing from you know Thus much let me avow You outta belong her deem Let my days have been a dream Yet if hope has flown away In a night or a day I'm pushing on on It's stuff i can rest on In a night or a day We see our seam Despite a dream within a dream I stand amid the wall Ever so of tormented shawl With a hole within my hand Had a few it's how they creep Trough my fingers trough the deep What I need what I weep In a night or a day I'm pushing on on It's stuff i can rest on In a night or a day We see our seam Despite a dream within a dream

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Too blind to see What's going on with me Too dumb to cry Too dead to die Nervously I'm standing there Too numb to breath the air Something's wrong, certainly That I'm aware of: they'll murder me I hear a crow is cawing over my head Some men are talking about my death Smell of rotten flesh fills up the air My brothers are killed and hanging there Too blind to see what's going on with me Something's wrong, certainly Too dumb to cry, too dead to die They're killing me Oh my mother can you see, Oh father set me free I'm missing the times when the pastures were mine I grazed with my herd in a wonderful time Hey, white dressed men with blood on your hands First see what I see and then murder me A rumbling sound, a sudden jerk A murky track, a lowing hurt I see the end, my years decline I see the end of the line The deadly trap: A single snap A bolt was shot into my neck It's allright, certainly The good god sets me free Oh my mother can you see, Oh father set me free I'm missing the times when the pastures were mine I grazed with my herd in a wonderful time Hey, white dressed men with blood on your hands First see what I see and then murder me

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

A thousand miles away I'm staring through a screen I see the world with different eyes A thousand miles away In a state supreme I see the world through different skies Are you saying good bye Are you ready to fly Are you coming away Are you going to stay High to die A thousand miles away I'm staring through a screen I see the world with different eyes Are you saying good by Are you ready to fly Are you coming away Are you going to stay High to die staring through a screen in a state supreme

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025