In Disgust We Trust

(альбом: Amongst The Filth - 2008)

All these words fill my head and I struggle to spit them out
To put the ink to the paper
But what's inside me doesn't always just come down
To poetry or prose

It's the feeling inside of restless nights
Of highway signs, of long winding roads
I'm struggling to make my point, to force it out
But there's a fire inside me that still burns

With the frustration of my peers
Who see how fucked up things are
How much garbage can we be fed
Before our bodies reject it?
How much time can we waste
Hoping we'll be accepted?

You fake your way through this fucking life
You fake your way through this fucking life
You fake your way through this fucking life

My teeth are clenched, my heart is beating
And I'm screaming these words out of sheer frustration
With the people that walk this earth
With the people that walk this earth
With the people that walk this earth