Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Quintero
Songwriter
Angelo Vaglica
Songwriter
Josh Rogers
Songwriter
Patrick Swain
Songwriter
Lyrics
Filth
Walking in
Daylight
In the spotlight
Of the sun
With withered
Remorse
They're weary
Wilted by
What's to come
Our skin is
So imperfect
That we hide it
Cover with
Any cloth
We may find
Doesn't matter
If it's old or
Ripped and bloodied
Any garment to
Block their
Eyes is fine
Filth
Walking in
A broken daylight
In the spotlight
Of the sun
Bury them
With withered remorse
They stand weary
Wilted by the thought
They know what's come
It's expected
Another low
Another place
To crawl out of
Gloom
The great pretender
After all I've done
It's a distraction
Its warning
Silenced by
Had I really
Gotten better
Through inaction
A worn down cry
Echoes gone mad
It decides
To give reminders
To take the hope I've gathered
And throw it away
I called out to them
But the only thing
That stayed
Was my voice
Was my voice
There are
Worms in your skin
Cut them out
There are
Worms in your skin
Cut them out
I will rip off
My face just to
Spite you
And force you
To use it
As your own
My skin is mine
And mine alone
And I decide what
May be done with it
No matter what
I'll cover up
Because I'm selfish
Can that be so wrong
To live alone
Writer(s): Angelo Vaglica, Ian Quintero, Josh Rogers, Patrick Swain
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