Bay of Pigs

As we drown in doom No one is coming back for you I am the twenty-first century Jim Jones I am the dog that son of Sam to kill I will set set the fires that make the ocean burn I am the one who will poison the world Some day you'll thank me We are wormwood And I'm the mourning star Dead bodies as far as the eye can see I look to the gallows My mother begins to cry I spit upon the crowds You're all gonna fucking die We are the kings and queens of tragedy We are the brothers and sisters dependant on the pigs of humanity Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean that you're alive Just because you're human, doesn't mean you have to die Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean that you're alive Just because you're human, doesn't mean you have to die Your heart is a fucking liar Dead weight of the fucking world We are oblivion We are oblivious Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean that you're alive Just because you're human, doesn't mean you have to die Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean that you're alive Just because you're human, doesn't mean you have to die As we drown in doom No one is coming back for you As we drown in doom No one is coming back for you