Fleas On Rats

Like fleas on rats they bottom feed
They eat the young, they claim to see
The truth is out, no need to hide intentions
The public knows, they just don't give a fucking shit
They'll start a mob of overweight, dying fucks who suck until it's raw
If worms could see how far we've come from petri-dish miracles
Or maybe that's what's wrong with us, too blind to see the open wound and
Heal

How long's the sky been black for?
The trees are gone
I can see my neighbors home from here
They do not move except to breath
Eyes open shut if fish could see
How far we've dropped from crescent heights
Forgetting how to feel alright

Stay well, stay well

My feet don't touch ground
Are you kidding me?
I'm sick from the fumes and my snout don't smell so greatly
Oh, I guess it's the filth that I taste and taste and taste and you swallow
Have you got some feeling to borrow?
It's on like the storm, quiet as waves and the oncoming storm

What, what am I waiting for?
What am I waiting for?

Like fleas on rats they bottom feed
They eat the young, they claim to see
The truth is out



Credits
Writer(s): Dee Frank
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