Thin hours trickle by, rotting in this box
In a world full of piss, a lifeless lump
Your integrity scantilly clad in dollar bills
Such a hopeless disease, an empty fix
The rats eats their young in the shadow of genocide
The ricochet
The aftermath
Cold, broken and shamed
Bleeding in perfect silence
The monument to indifference
You're born of rats
The confronter, The decider, The snake and the tiger
You're born of rats
The cursed and impotent, The acidic rodent
You're vermin, you're destined
For weakness, a burden