Pigs Rolling in the Deep


Look into the depths of my eyes,
Look upon their demise.
Look at the pigs flying, the high risers,
They're Roman Kaisers.

Money is the tree's root,
The leaves change but the change cooped.
Hope for a change,
What about change for a hope?

Yet who are we to judge?
Society has issues; we are them.
Given into false hopes,
False belief in sinking boats.

Hell is on wheels,
But Heaven is in the sky.
Whatever is our acceptance,
It may be the other in disguise.

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