Текст песни A Rat In My Dream (Under The Star Linghost Version)

To delete the process running my life All that's left is to sharpen the knife Cut the rope that binds our legs Separate the kings from their own heads It is time to spit at the air Wash the dried blood from our hair Stitch one another back together What care we for the wind and weather Don't say your prayers Don't cast your vote Get the predators hands from around your throat Saw threw the tendons Throw down the yoke Turn off the gas before we choke