Walking out from the door frame, I leave my bag behind me
And the snow on my eyelashes calls out and reminds me
That the sky has opened up
And the sewers have closed themselves from the bottom up
Another rat has taken its toll on the underground
Another mole has refused to leave the mound
Another rat's left the scene for the outside
And now that it's sunny out it's gone inside to hide
Everywhere I go I see the remains of the ones before me
The beasts have picked them clean and left nothing left for me
Only things left were the scraps of what they wanted to be
And the rats are left feeling empty
Another rat has stopped his line of work
Another mole has broke it from the inside
Another rat's killed another because the other made him hurt
And now he's sitting in a fancy place, with his pride aside
Another rat