down here I'm a rat
sewering the sewers
finding closeness in tight spaces
these days I know who I am
much more than ever
these days I no longer cut my nails
I paint them or hunt
the warpaint of guts is a sign
these nails won't get me killed on the street tonight
this week my meal has itself hidden underneath them
the collective flavours of the sewage, dirt, wild Ivy I have to cut
to get somewhere further
to get to the night
I scrubbed them clean
I'll get them dity again
propably before I get hungry
I wait for my time down the drain
here where you send me all your dirt
I spend much precious time going through it
I know more about you all from it
then anyone ever would
quick disposal
wouldn't want to spend much time with your shit
maybe if you looked into the bowl for a minute or 2
you'd see yourself in it
oh believe me
I know exactly what that makes me
but I've seen worse
I overcame self reflection
and now I'm bringing all that up yo You
when my time comes
then the limbs get stronger
I'll crawl up to you
my children will raid your homes
my wives will eat your meals
our tails will twist around your throats
that much I can promise
the time is close
