Rat King - Great American Ghost

We begin our lives

Believing that we are meaningful

Endlessly chasing our tails

In pointless circles

The rat kings

The death of the pack

The mountains

Of stones on our back

Life is lost without a sense of sight

At the end of the tunnel there’s no fucking light

Break me down

The storm within ourselves

Boils and burn us from inside

Pulls us down in an unforgiving tide

We are the ship that never sailed

Crawling until the nails tear apart

Shallow graves where our failures rest

The only end when you’re cursed from the start

Faith is just

A wish in a well

And don’t you wish

You were someone else?

Existence inches from the fall

Of ever being anyone at all

Hope won’t save us now

Lost souls without a purpose

Unaware that life is worthless

Everything comes crashing down

Hope won’t save us now

And this I promise

Our world will find no solace

We all end up in the fucking ground

We all end up in the fucking ground

Faith is just

A wish in a well

And don’t you wish

You were someone else?

Anyone else, you coward

The rat kings

The death of the pack

The mountains

Of stones on our back

Life is lost without a sense of sight

At the end of the tunnel there’s no fucking light

Hope won’t save us now

Lost souls without a purpose

Unaware that life is worthless

Everything comes crashing down

Hope won’t save us now

And this I promise

Our world will find no solace

We all end up in the fucking ground