Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Altars for Rats, artist - Arms Aloft. Album song What a Time to Be Barely Alive, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Three Altars for Rats |
| The rats are in the corn again and my faith’s been all but shattered |
| The cat’s in the cradle, feast asleep, his lungs in ragged tatters |
| But living will is to mercy kill as standing still is to going backwards |
| We’re being fucking dragged there |
| When «protect and serve» tastes like a curse and falls |
| All the resolve of a dead dog’s bite |
| All the brilliance of A Thousand Points of Light |
| Swallow your words and try to keep your voice down |
| Truth for a truth |
| A lie for a lie |
| Let the bastards spend 10,000 restless nights with every hair on the back of |
| their necks alive with the burning glare of grieving mother’s eyes… |
| in no short supply |
| Agent provocateurs: Rats in a cheaply sewn disguise |
| If you’re lucky, they’ll let you foot the bill for the mace that’s in your eyes |
| But big enough carrot, long enough stick and we’ll swear we’re immune to the |
| sting of the whip and chomp at the bit of scraps they cast aside |
| Tooth for crooked tooth and eye for blind eye |
| Let the bastards hang 100 stories high |
| And serve as shade from the glare of harsh sunlight for those they saw as |
| merely rungs on which to rise… |
| On the wings of flies |