Union Of The Rats

it's always finders keepers
this moves too slow
down with the crawly creepers
what you borrow you owe

– now here we go –

set the pace / set the tone
the stangest thing
you've ever known
nothing left to die for
bitter seed / sour grapes
the point from where
there's no escape
nothing left to die for

undead & unfamiliar
they trim the fat unlocked & unpeculiar
we're the union of the rats

– we're the union of the rats –