Filter Music by Joshua Matthews and Dustin Hodgins Lyrics by Joshua Matthews I say goodbye one last time They tried to drown me in the blood of Christ I’ve paid my dues. Nothing to lose The doors to heaven are closed too soon I say my prayers, but does he care Torn to pieces I feel so scared Wasted my life away on deadened feelings Blindfold my visual sense and deafened hearing Sexually Transmitted Democracy Music and Lyrics by Joshua Matthews Doesn’t matter who you are or where you live It comes without mercy and treats you like a bitch Do you like the way it fucks? The feeling that it gives You’ll never get enough. I guess that’s why you’re here Sexually transmitted democracy? Yeah Right! You know you’ve got it from me, you wanted to breed Sometimes it grows and digs in your head The more that you know the less that is said You think that it’s wrong that I’ve got a smile The world is numb to this so let’s go to hell Sexually transmitted democracy? Yeah right! You know you’ve got it coming, it’s coming from me So disappointing… she’s telling me to pull it out But withdrawals for cowards! Bah! Nearing extinction. Survival of the wealthiest. Watch as we all die Now it’s a contest which countries got the biggest dick. I wonder who they’ll fuck with? Sexually transmitted democracy? Yeah right! You know you’ve got it from me, you wanted to breed I see you lying there stripped off of all your cloths I know you’re begging for a little more A public service performed underneath the desk. I bet that gets you hard Trying to open the door to Pandora’s box… to see if she puts out To see if she puts out! You take my money. You think its funny the whole world is getting laid We all know who you all are, Ottawa to Kandahar Can’t buy a pack of cigarettes without hearing you’re in town Are you feeling horny? You can’t ignore me. I’ll never go away Debris is falling, and without warning the world is at your knees Tired of waiting we keep complaining every single day The channels changing, they keep on waiting for something else to say We all know who you all are, Ottawa to Kandahar Can’t buy a pack of cigarettes without hearing you’re in town Are you feeling horny? You can’t ignore me. I’ll never go away