The rats are fine   These sediments they stain inside of us   Believing is not of their concerns   It's breaking outside   This change to all these parasites      Belief of the lost   We're not enough   It's not enough   It's not enough      The ten foot lines   This scape and all the love inside   You leave it for us from your mistakes now   Your fan in the sky   Berates the innocent of childs      Belief of the lost   We're not enough   It's not enough   It's not enough      This conforting grin   This token eye   Keep running away how you're fucking scary   Your love for reason and broken and signs   Keep running away now you're fucking scary   We are the ones wrapped inside you giant tale of denial      Lack of you meant to me   Lack of what you said is free   In this time of our live's   Not love your mother bred   Just turned away.      Lack of you meant to me   Lack of what you said is free   In this time of our live's   Not love your mother bred   Just turned away.