We are the ashamed.
We are the ashamed.
Honestly I’m feeling run down.
The pain of absence is becoming regret somehow.
Honestly I’m feeling run down.
The pain of absence is becoming regret somehow.
Creating problems that don’t exist.
Filling the void with it.
Cloaked by the reaper, my bones start to shiver.
The cold dark calls my name, pulls me in with its whispers.
Cloaked by the reaper.
Pulled in by the darks whispers.
We make the mistakes.
We are the ashamed.
Human filth is all we ever became.
Human filth is all we had to our name.
Human filth. It’s all we ever felt.
Fuck.
I’m perfectly disordered.
It’s like I can’t breathe.
I can’t bleed.
I fear no death.
Just my own evil.
I fear myself.
Assuming the worst is all I ever do, it’s takin the place of pulling through.
Assuming the worst is all I ever do, it’s takin the place of pulling through.
The place of pulling through.
I understand it’s the dance of black and white.
I understand it’s the dance of black and white.
We make the mistakes. We are the ashamed.
Human filth is all we ever became.
Human filth is all we had to our name.
Hope and death. Laid to rest.
Hope and death. Laid to rest.