Cemetary 1213 Union Of The Rats
It's always finders keepers
This moves too slow
Down with the crawly creepers
What you borrow you owe
- now here we go -
Set the pace / set the tone
The stangest thing
You've ever known
Nothing left to die for
Bitter seed / sour grapes
The point from where
There's no escape
Nothing left to die for
Undead & unfamiliar
They trim the fat
Unlocked & unpeculiar
We're the union of the rats
- we're the union of the rats -
