Lyrics:
who you became
Now, are you a loser, are you built from mistakes?
Man up and own your filth, your place is among the depraved
Shut your eyes, shut
lair
Tonight the moon shall witness chaos
O, Tlazolteotl - mighty, wicked spirit of filth
Come forth, o goddess, and enter me
Beasts of sinister energy
Your shades cannot lie the stories that they could tell
If your walls could speak the filth they could spill
Your shades cannot hide the stories
and enter your mouth
That's how I'm built
Under the floss there's nothin' but filth
Don't let it fool ya
I still let these slugs heat up and cool ya
Off
Under the shadow of the whip
We bask in the filth, its bliss
Under the shadow of the whip
Lovers they get to be fighters
And fighters they get
but no one is there
You will never understand that
I am waste, I am dirt
I am filth
Utter waste, utter dirt
Utter filth
Your body called my name
and you know it's pure filth that I hide
On these plains there's a burning ruin that must be found
On these plains there's a demon that sleeps, It must
they're dead
And our souls have been cleansed from filth
Suffering
Blow them away, show them the way
To where pain is rejoice
They'll bleed out
think
I feed you new filth today
Open wide as I manipulate
In the dark of awareness
The arena of the blind
The hell you see is nearer than you
This world it needs a cleansing, removing all its filth.
Wearing your masks of envy but I see you still.
For forty days, walk the earth, removing
of filth to be scraped off
A trace of filth to be scraped off
Yet when it's you who's in their debt
The strong-arm brings you to your knees
So much for
out
Bullets exit the barell, and enter your mouth
Dat's how I'm built
Under da floss there's nuttin but filth
Don't let it fool ya
I still let
Of filth, fine filth flavors
Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes
Right before his eyes, then he passes
While the 666 got more tricks
to find your truth
Here alone, an imperfection
He comes crawling back to you, hoping to feel your shadow
In this pain and filth I feel you, it's never
plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
I'm sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments
of the week
In my filth in my own dirt I sleep, eugh
Forced, down, in my own shit
My, thoughts, they just won't quit
Shut down, in my life I decide
Dishonesty
the guilt, the filth
It was me who let the light burn out
It was me who let the well run dry
Burn out both of my eyes
Let me sleep in your shadow
I am
because your mum was Milf
Even though I know it's wrong I used to get a semi-on
Every time she looked at me all I saw was filth
Hopefully now
We can just
you see your screen
Get the guillotine
When they're rich as filth
Pay the record clean
Get the guillotine
We just want to fucking help
But they own
Filth streets dark nights
Real dreams crushed life
All was a warning
What's the moral to the story
Death after death
Til ain't no one left
None
many years
Stand together, fall together
Shared the joy and the fucking tears
There's no doubt,
the end is near
But when we're reduced to filth
This one
Verse 1:
The blood, the slow & painful death.
I'm running out of breath.
I think I need that filth called murder.
Cause this reality in my pity,
deafening
From the retreats of tamed apologists
Their disdain is crippling
For those whose crises they have fixed
I am your "untermensch" - a trace of filth
war, Great Horton.
Collide, crash and burn alive, ( The filth it makes me feel alive )
Fly, Join me in a swan dive ( social suicide )
Sealed doors,
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