Letra de Three Altars for Rats

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 kill as standing still is to going backwards
We're being fucking 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 bastards 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 bastards 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