Converge - Year of the Swine lyrics

You carry, the loyalty of dogs
So you shall be led to the slaughter as swine
It all seemed so real when you whispered
Adorned with rose petals and
The best of intentions bleeding softly
I wonder if he ever felt as warm
It's late and my ears can't
Listen and there is
No one to lift me to my feet
But still dream of you twisting and
Contorting beneath a garbage bag veil
And this is how it ends
Pretty and black as the soul
Just for one split instant I want
To be the lucky one
Not to have the pleasure of tasting the salt
Of my own tears when we kiss
I've been saving my own soul
For years and every
Instant I have been slaughtered as the swine