Paroles de Rats

Thought I would find you here Sleeping with sick fear, you taste stale flesh with dull green eyes, a Sad old hat of dust and flies Black heels and bent wheels blisters on skin peeled, no chance is left beneath this knife renounce and abdicate this strife "Your words can't reach me, you'll die if your hands touch me Lost in your aimless lies you're all dry leaves and I am the fire"