The Swineherd Sings And The Fountain Dwellers Grow Apart - Blackout Beach, Carey Mercer

«It is men that built this damn pen ««I hate when you die ««I hate when you go «(well gearing up in response)

«I hate lack of response «(I heard my lord once say) «I am a king of

Many men I am the lord to say when «(But

Now, after the fall, after they shot him outside

And sat in his chair told us to go to the city)

«I am not a great fan of floors, especially when

They are packed by such boars ««I hate when they rise ««I hate all their roar»

«I hate all their buzz ««I ain’t no great fan of doors, especially when

They are packed with such boars «How

When we die?

How on the floor?

Beat your

Damn beast beat your damn floor (so hard

That ceiling begins to flake)