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Verse 1 In the shadows of the night, he roams, Pigman’s searching for a place called home. Half of him is wild, the other refined, A clash of worlds in his twisted mind. Chorus Pigman, Pigman, dancing in the dark, Beats drop heavy, igniting the spark. With a heart of a beast and a soul that's free, Living on the edge, he’s who he’s meant to be. Verse 2 Through the alleys, he runs with grace, Moonlight shining on his unique face. Echoes of laughter, whispers of fear, But Pigman stands tall; he’s got nothing to fear. Chorus Pigman, Pigman, dancing in the dark, Beats drop heavy, igniting the spark. With a heart of a beast and a soul that's free, Living on the edge, he’s who he’s meant to be. Bridge In a world of chaos, he finds his way, With every heartbeat, he’s here to stay. Half man, half beast, he’s breaking the mold, A story of courage waiting to be told. Chorus Pigman, Pigman, dancing in the dark, Beats drop heavy, igniting the spark. With a heart of a beast and a soul that's free, Living on the edge, he’s who he’s meant to be. Outro So let the bass drop, let the rhythm flow, Pigman’s journey, it’s time to let go. Half human, half pig, he’ll never conform, In the heart of the night, he’s the eye of the storm.

Verse 1 In a sky of swirling gray, Pigs with wings took to the fray, Soaring high above the trees, Chasing dreams on stormy breeze. Chorus Flying pigs, oh, what a sight, Dancing through the thunder's might, With a flap and a squeal, they twirl and spin, In a world where the wild winds begin. Verse 2 Clouds were dark, the air was thick, Lightning flashed, a sudden flick, But the pigs just laughed in the squall, Riding the tempest, they dared to fall. Chorus Flying pigs, oh, what a sight, Dancing through the thunder's might, With a flap and a squeal, they twirl and spin, In a world where the wild winds begin. Bridge Struck by lightning, but they won’t fear, Glowing bright, they persevere, With every bolt, they rise anew, In a storm of dreams, they'll break right through. Chorus Flying pigs, oh, what a sight, Dancing through the thunder's might, With a flap and a squeal, they twirl and spin, In a world where the wild winds begin. Outro So if you see them up in the sky, Know that dreams can learn to fly, Through the storms, they find their way, Flying pigs, brightening the day.