The Dear Hunter - Filth And Squalor lyrics

Somewhere there's a choice being made, for the ma** by the will of a broke few. Guided by the hand of the guilty. Praised as a cure for a curse. When really this is all catastrophic, and we're tethered 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 the learned to speak we would be suffering. s**ing on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. Tear it down Start again erasing every trace so stale scare can mend. Then we will sing, "The way things used to be." I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to breed we would be suffering. s**ing on the scraps of the wicked wealth. We were bound by need to vicious villainy.