Wednesday, July 29, 2015

WET RAT

At young age I was kicked to the street
I never learned to talk sweet
My scars don't come clean in the water
Ran with the packs of ill-repute
If my morals are destitute
It's cause my mind is all in the gutter

It's been dog eat dog way too long
I walked far just walking wrong
It's not possible to turn back now
Trapped by my own contradiction
Of your pains and my affliction
Don't look for change where there's no how

IN THIS WORLD ALL MUST DIE
AND I HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

You grew up amongst a different kind
If you think I've lost my mind
You're right to question my mentality
So pay no mind to this wet rat
Who doesn't know where it's at
Cause it's living in a different reality

See, I built my own world around me
I had my own puppets crown me
You'll find no better King of the Swine
You'll excuse me if I don't courtesy
My reality is just a fantasy
May not be your way and it sure ain't mine

IN THIS WORLD ALL MUST DIE
AND I HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

At young age I was kicked to the street
I never learned to talk sweet
My scars don't come clean in the water
I know the meaning of hard times
I learned to fear the bell chymes
Cause I've seen too many sheep led to slaughter

I'D WIPE YOUR TEARS AWAY
BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY












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