Filth And Squalor

Somewhere there's a choice being made
For the mass 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
Sucking 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
Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth
We were bound by need
To vicious villainy.