In My Filth
Drowning in the Depths: Wardomized's Raw Reflections
Lyrics
Held, back, by my own mind
Held back by the constraints of my own thoughts.
Horrid, visions, that I still hide
Disturbing mental images that I keep hidden.
Locked up in this cage we call life
Feeling confined in the challenging existence referred to as life.
Hurting forever inside
Enduring internal pain indefinitely.
Fucked up every night of the week
Engaging in destructive behavior every night of the week.
In my filth in my own dirt I sleep, eugh
Sleeping in my own filth and despair.
Forced, down, in my own shit
Forced to confront and endure my own struggles.
My, thoughts, they just won't quit
My thoughts persistently troubling me.
Shut down, in my life I decide
Taking control of my life and shutting down emotions.
Dishonesty is my fucking pride
Embracing dishonesty as a source of false pride.
Killing fields, I may think it's all real
Perceiving life as a battlefield and questioning its authenticity.
How could I ever know how to feel eugh
Expressing uncertainty about how to experience genuine emotions.
Held, back by my own mind that I still hide
Continuing to be held back by my own concealed thoughts.
Shut, down in my own lies that I recide
Choosing to shut down and live in a world of lies.
Sucked, dry of my whole life can't win this fight
Feeling drained of life and unable to overcome the internal struggle.
Locked, up in my own cage can't hold this rage
Trapped in my own emotional cage, unable to control the anger.
Sectioned and chained to the walls of my mind
Metaphorically restrained and confined within the walls of my mind.
Constantly fighting what's left from inside
Constantly battling against the remnants of my inner self.
Ignore all advice from all that I see
Ignoring advice from external sources and resisting change.
I'm fucked in the head you can't take that from me
Acknowledging a troubled mental state that defines who I am.
Sick in the brain and forever hateful
Chronically ill in the mind and perpetually harboring hatred.
Every day shit every one of them dull
Everyday experiences are monotonous and lack significance.
When the day comes and I tie my own noose
Contemplating self-harm as a means of escape.
No point in talking it's no fucking use
Believing that communication is futile and there is no solution.
Euuuuuu euuuu euuuuu in my filth
Expressing a guttural sound, possibly representing internal turmoil.
Euuu euuuuu euuuu in my filth
Reiterating the expression of inner turmoil through guttural sounds.
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