Filth Of Fate

Wondering how it's gonna be,
I laid back and waited to see.
The anxiety entered my ego,
Making my existence hungry.

Crawling up with the faintness,
A haunted voice questioned me.
If I felt the draining numbness,
That ruled my conscious fidelity.

From the bonds of loneliness,
That toxified my fantasies undone.
My soul filtered the screams,
That shot out from my tears & blood.

CHORUS:
Spare me from the hands of wrath.
Save me from the grip of guilt's hate.
Look upon the light of my pleading,
And lift me from the filth of fate.

Isolating integrity,
Gaining the whiff of deceit.
My thought wanders off,
Thinking what in me to beat.

My nerves thrust the reply.
My body chokes suppression.
Thou's deed cannot be held,
Into making a mere revelation.

CHORUS

AFTERMATH:
What're you gonna do?
What're you gonna do?
What're you gonna do?
When it comes for you?