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Filth

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Filth

The water will not cleanse me any more.
This mud has now become my floor.
You can’t make a mountain without a little soil.
And I live the life of a nasty boil.

It seems all the girls have their fun.
Now the clouds will stop my sun.
When my mind is lost in your eyes,
All you fuckers will hear my cries.


Filth...is what earth has given to me
Filth is what I offer to thee
Filth...on every fucking thing
This Filth is so much a part of me.

Join me in another life?
Come and be my shit staind wife?
I’ll make you part of the muk.
And then you can be like me and never really give a fuck!

You’re so clean and...pretty.
Makes me want back what I used to be.
Instead I’ll fling shit...back your way.

I’m a part of this filth
I’m buried alive in it
I’m at one with this filth
I love every fucking bit of it.
Yes, I have wished you were dead. You are just another face in the crowd, someone who brings me suffering, someone I truely hate.
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