Filth - Filth - EP

Insecurities

This can't be happening
I don't know how the fuck I ended up here
Once again I'm grasping at sand
When everything thing I've known slips right through my hands
I'm holding on, but life seems to linger
Cast down I've lost it all
Forgotten
You love to see me crawl
Tarnished is the armor I wear
I let you in and now I wonder how I fell
Is this my own personal hell
Expectations have led me down a well of despair
I can't help but wonder
Is this my own personal hell
Where I'm doomed to dwell
I lay here a broken soul
Broken soul with no hope
I've lost it long ago
My demons are lurking they serve to swallow me whole
This can't be happening
I'm undone at the seams
What the fuck have I done
Complacency, was it all just a dream
Am I insane I'm losing my sanity
Fuck
My future is bleak and fucking empty
I'd rather be at least a passing memory
The only option
May death come for me
May death come for me
To lessen the pain
Smoke the brains from my frame

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Writer(s): David Gantt
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