They are always scratching.
Just beneath the surface of the Earth are tunnels they have made.
Onto the edge of my brain they are latching,
Those filthy rats will never fade.
Every day is great.
Just as usual as can be.
But every night I wait
For the rats to come and take me.
Their black eyes, Oh! Those black shiny eyes,
How they glare at me behind closed doors.
They eat at my heart like a lover's lies.
Dark and mysterious, they are true horrors.
At first they were hardly there.
Ah how I miss those nights.
Now they're all I see,
All that there is on those cold dead nights.
Oh! How I wish I could rid of them.
Their scratching is eating my soul.
Oh! How I ache for the death of them.
They are truly taking their toll.
I cannot make it through the day anymore.
Those filthy, grungy rats are taking over.
They eat, eat, eat at my core.
Those filthy rats are taking over.
Am I the only one sane?
The street is a pulsing black mass.
Am I the only one in pain?
Am I the only one who cannot pass?