Arms Aloft - Three Altars For Rats lyrics

The rats are in the corn again and my faith's been all but shattered The cat's in the cradle, feast asleep, his lungs in ragged tatters But living will is to mercy k** as standing still is to going backwards We're being f**ing dragged there When "protect and serve" tastes like a curse and falls All the resolve of a dead dog's bite All the brilliance of A Thousand Points of Light Swallow your words and try to keep your voice down Truth for a truth A lie for a lie Let the ba*tards spend 10,000 restless nights with every hair on the back of their necks alive with the burning glare of grieving mother's eyes... in no short supply Agent provocateurs: Rats in a cheaply sewn disguise If you're lucky, they'll let you foot the bill for the mace that's in your eyes But big enough carrot, long enough stick and we'll swear we're immune to the sting of the whip and chomp at the bit of scraps they cast aside Tooth for crooked tooth and eye for blind eye Let the ba*tards hang 100 stories high And serve as shade from the glare of harsh sunlight for those they saw as merely rungs on which to rise... On the wings of flies