There's A Filth In Me

There's a filth in me.
Seeking out my proper soul,
Kept in darkness, kept in light.
Never getting to be whole.

The question that is a pain,
who is the one that is insane?
I find that it does cause in us
a way to know where to go.
Crept in through your window screen,
letting out what should be seen.
You were here, but now I'm not,
I fail to know how I should be.

...because...

There's a filth in me.
Seeking out my proper soul.
Kept in darkness, kept in light.
Never letting me be whole.
...I found out...
There's a filth in me.
Seeking out my proper soul.
Kept in darkness, kept in light.
Never letting me be whole.

I've got another question to ask,
if you'll let it through.
I've found out the reason,
from you know who.
It never fails,
to amaze.
Who's really mad,
in these few days?

...I live with the truth...

There's a filth in me.
Creeping closer than you know.
Kept inside, away from air.
It's coming to be time to let it show.