Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teach A Rat To Fish, artist - Ceschi.
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Teach A Rat To Fish |
History’s made |
Then manipulated |
Then forgotten |
After being repeated Beaten into us endlessly |
Until we start believing that there’s no other option |
Until we start believing imprisonment is free |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing |
One day we won’t |
They say |
«you teach a man to fish and he’ll gut you |
Meticulously & swift» |
With a «fuck you» ringing out through his lips |
«Used to love you» you think |
As blood pools up in your mouth |
Painting teeth crimson |
Fully Knowing that the buds on your tongue ain’t ever gonna taste freedom |
Or a nice meal again |
You’re not gonna get a bank bailout kid |
On your own |
Ever seen a heart of gold turn to stone? |
Ever seen a good man sell his soul to a Fed |
Best friends to the end you were told |
Yeah? |
On your own |
Nothing is taking away the pain of growth |
Nobody can step into your shoes and know |
Even When they try to imitate or clone |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing |
One day we won’t |
Haven’t felt any fire in a while |
If you love me then please just engulf me in flames |
Nostalgia thick as Tarkovsky sitting on city hall steps in the rain |
Buttoned up polo in a court room |
Overpriced lawyer in a cheap suit |
Surely buddy had a lot of words to say |
Until he got in front of a federal judge that day |
So I wanted to rip every inch of skin off of those slithering snake faces |
I’ve been holding back screams but the PTSD is just pounding away at me |
As if I’m still feeling gun barrels touching my temples |
Been in therapy checking the mental |
But deep in the center of my chest |
Is nothingness |
As I stare into green eyes of a devil |
Their morals are malleable |
Greed for power is palpable |
Watching prosecutors |
Play a twisted game for victory |
With the life of a human being |
Like monopoly Property or puzzles |
There’s no proper rebuttal |
It’s cough up the money up or |
Shut the fuck up |
Now your husband or father is stuck a muzzle |
With hundreds of dogs in a hole |
Only waiting to get thrown a bone |
While the wife’s working doubles |
In hopes that the bank won’t go and put a lien on their home |
Even after re-reading the history State violence leaves me in a state of |
disbelief |
Nothing hits a man harder than seeing his family in tears while he’s copping a |
plea |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving |
Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing |
One day we won’t |