Give (The Rats, They Want You)
The faith in me runs thinner then the water rising to my eyebrows
Slowly but surely i am drowning in the wistful body i call my own.
New days bring new dreams to there knees
Searching for something, nothing, anything.
Hands clenched together in praise while the rhythm pulls away
There are no walls that can hold this.
There is no voice that can save my soul
There are no words that can breathe life into the worthless skin
Bones i have grown to call my home.