Writhing inside the filth of your own head
Writhing inside of the filth
A chapter in loathing a lesson in hate
Now everyone just want a key to the gate
Wallowing in your own wretchedness
Writhing inside your own fucking filth
You don't want the truth but you wanna wear the fucking crown
You don't seek the answers but you wanna walk on hallowed ground
Wallowing in your own wretchedness
Writhing inside your own fucking filth
Writhe in the filth
You want salvation but you don't want the truth
How can this be?
I'm in a constant state of disbelief at the world around me
I'm in a constant state of disbelief, can you hear me?
Every time I come here I have the same objections
Every time I come here I leave with the same two questions
What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be alive?