Oh we buried him in the setting sun
We've no claim to this throne
Nor have wares of our own
Yeah, in the shadow left by the falling son
We've had no course for this fate
To be left here as bait
Brace for something
in the palm my hand
Promise me you'll
Get that child to safety
Brace the unknown
Sell the first born
Burn the black book
Pray the old way
We're not coming apart
We've been stitched back up
We're not falling astray
We've all been starved of greed
You're once, twice, three times a rat
Even other rats will agree with that
It's when the hours they turn into days
We loose sight and hope of our fate
Oh I've give so much for this place
To loose sight of the hope of our way
It's when the hours they then into days
We loose sight and the hope that theres fate
Oh I've give too much to this place
I can beg, I can grovel but we only
reap what we sow
When chaos reigns, i was lost years ago
At the drop of a hat
But the hat never drops
We've all been played
The lost, are abandoned
The found, are cast aside
Cry wolf,
In the grace of the westward sun
There's no honour for thieves
Just steal the heart from their sleeves
False claims
We've no right to bare these names
I've no patience for this
If I had any time you could waste it..
If it looks like a rat then a rat it shall be
You can Crown me King if you answer to me
If it looks like a rat then a rat is shall be
You can crown me king, if I had any time you could waste it.. all
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