Hangman's Park - Altar of Pigs

Early Cuyler's destiny
Cognition is fried with a false sense of pride
It makes no sense to me
What is there to be proud of here?
Oblivious fear

Placating machines that never stop
Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants
You worship at the altar of pigs

One will justify chewing on a turd sandwich if they sit in an echo chamber long enough

Has it been long enough?

Take a bite you will like it
Sprinkled with fun catchprases all of them likeminded
All of them likeminded

Locked in a cage, societal drop
Placating machines that never stop

Wearing a monocle perched at the top
Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants

Withdrawn and afraid, a trembling lip
You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig
So you can worship at the altar of pigs
You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig

Pigs
Pigs
Pigs