### **[Verse 1]** Marble floors and mirrored glass, perfume ghosts in golden light, plastic saints in window shrines, smiling clean and sterile white. But underneath the escalators, underneath the food court shine, something grunts behind the walls, something drags its broken spine. ### **[Pre-Chorus]** They buried us in discount bins, they washed the blood from every tile, they priced the hunger, sold the skins, then called the slaughter ------ lifestyle. ### **[Chorus]** Here come the pig men — mud in the mall! Snouts on the glass, hooves in the hall! Here come the pig men — dead but awake! The clean bright world begins to break! ### **[Verse 2]** They crawl from service corridors, from loading bays and basement heat, from slaughter shifts and zero hours, from the stink beneath the street. Some are swollen, some are broken, some still wear their workday names, some have teeth like rusted razors, some have eyes like unpaid claims. ### **[Pre-Chorus]** You kept us out of every picture, cropped the body from the feast, now every mouth you tried to silence comes back louder as a beast. ### **[Chorus]** Here come the pig men — mud in the mall! Snouts on the glass, hooves in the hall! Here come the pig men — dead but awake! The clean bright world begins to break! ### **[Bridge – spoken / shouted]** Luxury is a locked door. Beauty is a polished lie. Every floor has a basement. Every feast has a sty. You wanted no smell. You wanted no stain. You wanted no hunger. Now hunger has a name. ### **[Breakdown]** Grunt it back! Spit it back! Break the window! Take it back! Grunt it back! Spit it back! Pig men rising from the cracks! ### **[Final Chorus]** Here come the pig men — mud in the mall! Snouts on the glass, hooves in the hall! Here come the pig men — dead but awake! The clean bright world begins to break! Here come the pig men — filth is the law! All that you buried comes back raw! ### **[Interlude]** Marble floors and mirrored glass, Marble floors and mirrored glass, ### **[Outro]** In the fountain, in the mirror, in the perfume, in the meat — you can bleach the marble whiter, but you cannot hide the street.
