Pigsty-Bayside

Your name is dirt And I've got you under my nails, From clawing to freedom, I've been buried below your dark trails Do you know who you are? Are you having the time of your life? Well I hoped there would be a day I would see you get your desserts But baby there's still time So when you lose your mind, You'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life Go take your own advice Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time Your name is filth 'Cause that's all you spew from your mouth Well I think that your moral compass is broke, It only points you south And I wear my scars Like rings on a tree, There they are Showing my age and proving where I've been so far So when you lose your mind, You'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life Go take your own advice Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time I can't say for sure But it seems like you get more and more secure with every jab My life with you Is like tying my own noose So when you lose your mind, You'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life Go take your own advice Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time