Writhing inside the filth of your own head Writhing inside of the filth A chapter in loathing a lesson in hate Now everyone just want a key to the gate Wallowing in your own wretchedness Writhing inside your own fucking filth You don't want the truth but you wanna wear the fucking crown You don't seek the answers but you wanna walk on hallowed ground Wallowing in your own wretchedness Writhing inside your own fucking filth Writhe in the filth You want salvation but you don't want the truth How can this be? I'm in a constant state of disbelief at the world around me I'm in a constant state of disbelief, can you hear me? Every time I come here I have the same objections Every time I come here I leave with the same two questions What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be alive?