This is a song about "3 little pigs"

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

I don't want no fucking crown

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed