Red Chord, The
Hour Of Rats
I should thank you for what you've done.As the troll rears its ugly head.Read the warningsBefore you sayYou will take an oath that will not break.BreakAll the years and devotion out of the window.My eyes are open but are we looking at the same thing?Let it ride, take the trip, watch it shatterSplinters the thickest of hearts and headsI don't sweat it anymore.When I was counting hours, you were counting breaths.You said you can't remember, I swear I wont forget.I've learned I just wont sweat it anymore.When I was counting seconds, you were counting friends.When the hour of rats begins, maybe its time to make amends.We have known each other too long to be friends.It seems to trivial in matters of life and death.Cower, scream, stand up for what you've done.Cower, scream, stand upLet it ride, take the trip, watch it shatter.Splinters the thickest of hearts and heads.Scream, cower, hide from the shards of the hour of rats.
From Letras Mania