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.