Bring Unto Me - Pigface

The real pain starts here

Inside your corners

Within your broken doorways

I am your rage

Your deceit

Your precious lie

I will eat

What you have already broken

I will take the feed from you

And thrive

My disease

Is the prize you gave me

No one can save you

From the filth that you hide

Bring Unto Me

Bring me your sick

Poor and huddled masses

Bring me your impaled

Mutilated minds

Bring unto me

The stink of piss and vomit

Share your wealth

In your lack of pride

Bring Unto Me

I am your 3 pound coke babe

Your rock feeder

Your dope fiend

I am the post-fetus

That kicked you inside

Your porous absorbent walls

I am the life you will give me

I am the life that will remind you

Of your true pain

I am your 3 pound octopus

Tentacled in plastic tubes

I am the living version

Of your autopsy

Bring me your sick

Poor and huddled masses

Bring me your impaled

Mutilated minds

Bring unto me

The stink of piss and vomit

I am the American dream

And I must feed

Bring Unto Me