Rat King Lyrics

In the Kingdom of the animals, a genus like our kind,
Is a population growing neither serpent nor a swine.
Rattus Rodentia!

In our filth they flourish, with a taste for waste,
They're in every major city,
Found in every ancient race.

Dumpster diving, sewer dwelling, nests are swelling.
The order of the scavenger.
When any civilization grows beyond their means,
Nature will do as she please.

Epic volumes building up a piss and blood and shit formation.
Physically drowning in a sea of sludge.
Wouldn't you think that a species of this kind would adapt to the climate of a permeating grime?
Rat bodies start to stick to one another!

Binding in the rot!

Panic starts to set in among the rat community.
Sisters and brothers, conjoining to each other.
Attempting to claw, and climb their way out of this mess.
A populace stressed.
Twisting and writhing in untimely death.
Squirming and shrieking the woes of this nest.

A new beast spawned as the hearts stop beating.
A vile phenomenon begins to manifest.
A rat king is born.
The only form of nature that grows in death.
Fused in decay.

Suffocate in filth,
A monster being built,
Turning on each other, because in death there is no guilt.
There's only so much space,
An overcrowded place,
Getting out alive is a goddamn rat race.