You say you're living an empty life Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away In this rat-infested hole that you call home Tapping, tapping, tapping the vein Rusty razor blade slices deep
Blood spurting From the gashes in your wrists Rats are crawling out From the cracks in the walls Rats are crawling down Crawling down your arms Lapping up your blood While it's still warm
