We expected some kind of night today, rats in the alley won’t integrate
Pleasure of the night locked away, worship an epoch ignore reality
Wont serenade
Watching the night catch fire with a pair of new shades
It’s the bombs of the past that make us pontificate
Its corporate skylines and sealed doors that keep us in place
Ticking time bomb, time to start the race
I’ll tell you about rats in the alley to calculate
Placebo is the isle as sunset waits, for the world to adjust to oversized cities
Actions speak loud, but words can be amplified
I fell into the mud but at least I tired, the moon is revealing the time and I can’t breath
There are a thousand great things coming this way, but society really messed up today
Blasphemy is painted on the pictures of life, integrity is being held down by a knife
Rats in the alley won’t leave and they’re desperate
Holding onto the problem like a surrogate, process the information and we won’t chase it down
They can’t control what we say, as they turn into protesting vibrant sounds
Burning towns, wishing that the echo wasn’t around
Howling trees, a gust of wind whispering to me
The racing rats march as they flee
The highway is full and they stare like enemies
The walls are building with a propensity
They are imposters, this isn’t the world’s entity
The rats are running with divinity
The beaches are covered with regret and lost hope
Delve deep into the bright city to find treasure and elegant lights
Breakdown to cope, but the skyscrapers suggest rebuilding
The buildings prove there is no god, so we just go on believing in luck
This is a bleak existence as the city approaches a black hole
They made the gun, but we made the goal
We’d do anything to see the sun