The rats are fine
These sediments they stain inside of us
Believing is not of their concerns
It's breaking outside
This change to all these parasites
Belief of the lost
We're not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
The ten foot lines
This scape and all the love inside
You leave it for us from your mistakes now
Your fan in the sky
Berates the innocent of childs
Belief of the lost
We're not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
This conforting grin
This token eye
Keep running away how you're fucking scary
Your love for reason and broken and signs
Keep running away now you're fucking scary
We are the ones wrapped inside you giant tale of denial
Lack of you meant to me
Lack of what you said is free
In this time of our live's
Not love your mother bred
Just turned away.
Lack of you meant to me
Lack of what you said is free
In this time of our live's
Not love your mother bred
Just turned away.