Where Even the Rats Are Skinny
(Verse 1) Cold wind bites through threadbare seams, Neon flickers, fractured dreams. Shadows stretch like brittle bones, City hums but I’m alone. (Verse 2) Steel-toed ghosts in alleyways, Stale beer breath and last good days. Fingers numb, my stomach wails, Hope’s a match that always fails. (Chorus) Where even the rats are skinny, And mercy is just a joke. The moon turns its face in pity, As hunger wraps 'round my throat. Here even the rats are skinny! (Verse 3) Trash fires burn like funeral pyres, Cardboard walls, soaked in choired sighs. Sirens wail, another lost, Life is short, but death is cost. (Verse 4) Scars map stories, torn and frayed, Cracked-lip prayers the night won’t save. Dogs eat better, coins mean breath, One bad hit could welcome death. (Chorus) Where even the rats are skinny, And mercy is just a joke. The moon turns its face in pity, As hunger wraps 'round my throat. Here even the rats are skinny! Here even the rats are skinny! Here even the rats are skinny! (Bridge) Dreams dissolve in sewer drains, Feet keep moving, drown the pain. Still I spit, still I fight, Still I wake another night. (Chorus) Where even the rats are skinny, And mercy is just a joke. The moon turns its face in pity, As hunger wraps 'round my throat. Here even the rats are skinny! (Outro) Dawn creeps in, a silent thief, Steals my rage, but not my grief. One more day, one more sin, Still too punk to let them win. [End]
1 Comment
AS_Plushkin 2w ago
The real The real voice of the "underground" (I don't know about your culture, but in Russian the term "underground" means something not so much forbidden as simply going beyond the generally accepted norms and trends and living its life in the mainstream of popular culture).voice of the "underground"
anarchapunk 2w ago
Thank you! "Underground" here, too, means pretty much anything outside the mainstream, at least if it is organized on grassroots level. :)