Thinking is dead at the dwelling of peace Mesmerized deeply by the smell of the beast And nothing can help the fact that we are dying Nothing can get better than this
Look at me, look at me now!
I can be very friendly, As you can get greedy! Hand by hand I lead you now, Hand by hand, like a friend for the shadows to fuck you!
Some of us remain fat, Some run just like you, as a rat And nothing can help the fact that we are dying. Nothing can get better than...
This is what time never taught me; That is the reason why you can't look at me anymore And please forgive me for my anger, but swear you were wrong And like the rat you are, I'm dead in your eyes, But forever walking, Nevermind the rotting.