Raise your hands, you prey for hope but hold on.
Your claws delve deep I grit my teeth. You hold on.
Hope is not dead you've just been forgotten.
Search just this one last time.
Shut down your senses and pick up the pieces.

Keep your head held under the water, scratching the surface this emptiness flooding your veins.
No promises on broken bones. Just truth on crossed fingers.
You wanted it oh so bad. Now you're standing on broken glass.
Barefoot and bleeding you're standing on broken glass.

There you go again.

Rats get fat while good men die.

Leave us in the deep.
Hold your fire but keep me in your sights.

I'll know my place, false kings to see scars in mirrors true.
Search one last time, pick up the pieces.
Search one last time, pick up the pieces.
Your claws delve deep while you spread your disease.
With your head held high.

Rats get fat while good men die.