Filth and Squalor (Black)

Somewhere there's a choice being made
For the mass by the will of a broken few
Guided by the hand of the guilty
Praised as the cure for a curse

Really this is all catastrophic
And we tell it to the hull of a sinking ship
Scratching for a breath at the surface
Praying for the ropes to slip

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
As soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
Sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
We were bound by need, to vicious villainy

Tear it down start again
Listen, every trace of stale scars can mend

Then we will sing
The way things used to be
The way things used to be
The way things used to be
The way things used to be

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
As soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
Sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
We were bound by need, to vicious villainy

Tear it down start again

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
As soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
Choking on the scraps of a wicked well
We were bound by need, to vicious villainy

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
As soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
Sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
And we were bound by need, to vicious villainy

Tear it down start again