The Filth Songtext / Lyric

When I find a penny heads up I flip that bitch over. I piss on clovers and stay with a litter of black cats.
Motherfuckers just don't know how to act, they need cleansing.
Stuck like mice in a maze with no cheese that's never-ending.
Now the most disturbing interference is exactly what we're sending. I wrestle tornados.
Drink from volcanos to prevail.
You've never seen hell ...
Till you've seen it like this.
My soul exist between extreme pain and bliss.
I am a mending heart, I am a slit wrist!
I have nothing to gain, my spirit is rich.
ThicK with the memories of past lives, the stain of so much death ahead of me.
Untraceable in the charts of pedigree, an enigma.
A non-existent mystery.
To remove the stigma I had to let it bleed.
Wouldn't you believe?
You just wouldn't.
even let me be.
you couldn't even see.

when I find a penny heads up I flip that bitch over,
I piss on clovers and stay with a litter of black cats.
Motherfuckers just don't know how to act they need cleansing.
stuck like mice in a maze with no cheese
that's never-ending.
Now the most disturbing interference is exactly
what the fuck we're sending ...
The Filth... The Filth.... yeah, You're stuck!

when I find a penny heads up I flip that bitch over, I piss on clovers
and stay with a litter of black cats.
Motherfuckers just don't know how to act.
They need cleansing. Stuck like mice in a maze with no cheese that's
never-ending. Now the most disturbing interference is exactly what the we're sending!
the filth... that's what we're sending... THE FILTH. THE FILTH.

I'm in the Mourning
you feel it when you step away
into the darkness, a million miles away into space.
As I light up, it's written all across my face
Sorrowfull times mixed with a joyful surprise
besides that I am a clean slate.
Nothing in error or out of place as I collect and drop waste.
Who in the world know the total time it takes
to complete this whole cycle of unbridled mistakes?
And what it is is what it is
and so in this we let it show,
dim the lights, roll the credits.
We're about to start the show
eyes wide shut.
In the box the undertow's got us under the lock
we know...
We know there ain't no lettin up.
The average is the stat quo is never enough.
The game is so sick.
The mentality ever so tough
INF and DA FREYZAZ known to bust when enough is enough!

{Punkass motherfuckers running around tryin to fuckin' poison the water an shit...
Putting smart dust in the air an shit...
I see you motherfuckers, I know that shit...
yeah... You think motherfuckers don't watch the news an shit.
And then you think motherfuckers don't trust the news an shit...
You put traps in the motherfuckin' news...
We know how to read between the lines, bitch!}