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Song: Pig Man
Album: My Hate Is For You
Written & Produced By: MARK MARTIN
Vocals: MARK MARTIN
Lead & Rythum Guitars Played By:
MARK MARTIN
Mixed By: MARK MARTIN
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Pig Man
Grease-slick smile, a whisper in the shadows,
Promises of ecstasy, cheap thrills in hidden meadows.
A lure cast out, glistening with false light,
For fragile minds adrift in the darkest of night.
The door creaks open, a fetid, stale perfume,
Trapped inside a nightmare, a premature tomb.
Eyes wide with terror, the realization blooms,
That innocence is currency, traded in these rooms.
A fleshy prison, walls closing in tight,
The stench of decay, stealing the fading light.
Clawing, screaming, a primal, guttural plea,
Against the monstrous hunger, the depravity.
Bargaining with devils, a desperate, silent prayer,
To escape the clutches, the suffocating air.
A shattered future, stained beyond repair,
The marks of the pig man, forever to bear.
He runs, heartbeat a drum against his ribs,
The Pig Man's laughter echoes in the sickening halls of his
A shadow slinks back into the festering lair,
Another victim marked, another soul in despair.
Sweat stings his eyes, a desperate, silent plea,
The Pig Man grunts, a symphony of depravity.
(Based On A True Story)
Album: My Hate Is For You
Written & Produced By: MARK MARTIN
Vocals: MARK MARTIN
Lead & Rythum Guitars Played By:
MARK MARTIN
Mixed By: MARK MARTIN
Follow Me On Spotify:
Follow Me On Bandcamp:
Follow My Other Youtube:
#deathmetal
#alternativemetal
#alternativemusic
#multiplesclerosissucks
#newmusic
#metal
#psychedelicmetal
#indiemetal
#heavymetal
#hardcoremetal
#thrashmetal
#doommetal
Pig Man
Grease-slick smile, a whisper in the shadows,
Promises of ecstasy, cheap thrills in hidden meadows.
A lure cast out, glistening with false light,
For fragile minds adrift in the darkest of night.
The door creaks open, a fetid, stale perfume,
Trapped inside a nightmare, a premature tomb.
Eyes wide with terror, the realization blooms,
That innocence is currency, traded in these rooms.
A fleshy prison, walls closing in tight,
The stench of decay, stealing the fading light.
Clawing, screaming, a primal, guttural plea,
Against the monstrous hunger, the depravity.
Bargaining with devils, a desperate, silent prayer,
To escape the clutches, the suffocating air.
A shattered future, stained beyond repair,
The marks of the pig man, forever to bear.
He runs, heartbeat a drum against his ribs,
The Pig Man's laughter echoes in the sickening halls of his
A shadow slinks back into the festering lair,
Another victim marked, another soul in despair.
Sweat stings his eyes, a desperate, silent plea,
The Pig Man grunts, a symphony of depravity.
(Based On A True Story)