S.O.P.

Feel my pain, clear the voices from your head.
Choke back the feeling, enjoy the sorrow, don't be misled.
Why don't you care anymore?
You say the problem's too big.
I see it all in your eyes
You have the soul of a pig.

Lawyer needs the money, sue the dead man, that's OK.
Preacher's got his children, using God's name
to get his way.
Nobody cares anymore
Another grave to dig.
You're all so lost in yourselves
You've got the soul of a pig.

You live for no one, rolling around in filth -
that's your day.
If you were given the chance to live over,
You'd do the same things again.

Save your excuses, 'cause I'm not listening anyway.
Dance with your demons, but in the end
you've gotta pay.
I couldn't care any less
It's not my problem, you see...
I've got my own life to live now
Who's got the soul of a pig?
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Lyrics: Graham, Birkemeier
Music: Middleton, Graham, Birkemeier