Fingers Cut Megamachine Rats
I was waiting when you walked away
Could you know what did I say?
You’ve been flinching
from your call you would say out loud
so hey, what are you doing now?
we’ve got time to fill
show me this road to walk on
show me it’s filled with better times
all the lakes are filled with rats
half my life tends to joke
the other half’s a gas
the fatal pause came along
the way into a fitter song
strange to think of you, strange to think of you
show me the road to walk on
show me that it’s filled with better times
all the lakes are filled with rats
