The Dear Hunter - Filth And Squalor - Black lyrics

Somewhere there's a choice being made For the ma** 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 s**ing 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 s**ing 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 s**ing on the scraps of a wicked well And we were bound by need, to vicious villainy Tear it down start again