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the filth (and the game of god)
we are all just toys of god, objects in his little game.
use us, abuse us, it’s like a trick, and we’re all just pawns in his losing match
it’s come down to this, i can’t tell me from yourself
we’re all so similar, and plastic, and we’re all lying to ourselves
you act as if i know what’s going on
i act as if you know me
it’s easier once you know how things will eventually turn out
and they’re not for the better, i can assure you
don’t focus yourself on the past
things are how they are now because of how people have messed up things before us
but we won’t make the same mistakes
so deal out the punishment before i escape
why have you done this?
i don’t know what i’m in for anymore.
even the most beautiful things are often ugly.
even in your most vulnerable moment, i'll never touch you.
even while awake, i’m probably still dreaming.
even in death, i’ll most likely be living.
even in your finest hour, things have already ended.
leaving you alone, leaving us alone in this filth.
what you have made us into, we’re likely to put you away for a long time
we’re not in need of you, let us go on living without you
your creations shall bring an end to you just like they said to you
and once you think you’re pure someone will defy you
sticks and stones shall break me but my name will not effect me
please forgive me for my sins before i do them all over again
once i think i’m gold, you’ll change me back
and my death lies here, an unending trap
shall i greet him this time? should i meet him this time?
i know what i’ve been doing has been so wrong and i’ll swear and swear i’ll never do this again
but once you turn your back, i’ll turn mine as well and i’ll go right back to where i started
your therapy has done no good to me
all this world must reach down for me
and pick me up from beneath this sand
you can try so hard but i won’t understand. i don’t need to.
you know, i really don’t need this world
all you people have done nothing for me except to try to understand me
but you’ll never be in my head
only i control
what have you all done for me, apart from what i’ve done to you?
i’ve brought you all down with me
i don’t care what kind of impact i’ve been having.
if life is merely a stage, i believe i’ve crashed your play.
it’s knocked over and collapsing, become so hard to return.
what i am, has yet but to burn and what i’ll be, i’ve yet but to learn.
