I'm the son of evil, the God of Fire in Hell. I'm the son of evil, the one you'll never know. As I look into your eyes, you only cry for help. I want to paralyze you 'cause I only love myself. Laying on the floor in a pool of blood and cum, My demons lay beside as I kiss them one by one.
I get satisfaction everywhere that I go Where I lay my head - I call my home. Whether barren pines or the mission stare. Take tommorrows collar and give em' back the glare.
You told everybody in the neighborhood What a dirty mistreater, that I was no good. But someday baby, you aint' gonna worry my life anymore. Doctor or lawyer, I'll never be. Life of a drifer - the only life for me. You can have your riches, all the gold you saved. Cause aint' room for one thing in anybodys grave.
If it seems like I'm sinking And I'm talking to the back of my hand It's because I've been drinking 'Cos I don't understand Why I'm out of my depth here And I'm out of my mind No one showed me an out door And I didn't come in here to die
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats
I got no silver lining I've got holes in my shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues Yeah, my head's a volcano That's about to explode And my brain's made of chalk, yeah Now it slowly corrodes
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats
I got no silver lining He's got holes in his shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues And I'm out of my depth, yeah And he's out of his mind No one showed me an out door And we didn't come in here to die
Had enough isolation Ain't in tune with no lord Hope they bottle salvation 'Cos it's all I can afford It's no long-term solution We got no future plans So for now, sit here drinking As we talk to the back of our hands
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah Made of rats Made of rats Alright
I got meat in my hands, I got an eighth in my head I'm gonna bleed on this town until its red