Lyrics 1 and 2 : Clean? and Discarded

Clean?

Being clean won’t matter.

When, I spit upon your face.

And being liked won’t matter.

Now you’ve fallen from grace.

You thought yourself a god.

But you can only crawl on the ground.

Now I’ve found my way.

I don’t need your filthy crown.

You dirty whore.

Being clean won’t matter.

When, I spit upon your face.

And being liked won’t matter.

Now you’ve fallen from grace.

The classic case of sold out child trash.

Discarded

The time of the discarded has come.

Throw away those who now return.

Crawl, crawl.

For you will fall.

Let go of the idea of a perfect world.

Society’s trash has returned.