This novelty twist has made steady progression,
We all carry the blame.
Separate hearts, pointing separate fingers at neighbors,
Feeding poison root and stem.
The rats come out to play, while the hero runs out to hide,
The townsmen abandon the land, bones gather bleach and brine.
Plotting on plots that'll bring nothing more but a meagre demise,
Turnt liars, turnt cloaks, the full picture alive.
Better find a way,
To feed on past mistakes,
Tomorrow i'll be dead
But i'll wake up and be dammed,
To watch this till end,
So what if we play dead?
May the rats, come out tonight.
Might be that i give a shit about ruckus tonight,
Fingers twitch like the ghouls in the blackest of nights,
Might be that i'm twisting and turning as lay in my grave,
Turns out i need this.
I want it all, everything.
Don't you fucking say it,
Your own face gave it away,
You hated every second of it,
Embrace me, i'm here to stay
I'm here to stay...
...and make the ground shake
So long, death.
So long, start again.