So why not completely fade away "Where the butcher's hand is home" Laughs the blade above the throne "It's my own blood" "Oh, this apple makes me sick" Cries the pig upon his stick "It's my own blood" And I can't forget the taste Can't forget the taste of my own tongue And I can't forget the taste Can't forget the taste of my own tongue And If I had a heart I'd waste it on you But it's all together far too long Since I took you down