Rats in the Cellar, by Anarchy_will_rise Subscribe to rss feed for Anarchy_will_rise

Scratches and noises, there in my head

The heavy breathing all around me, it's the monsters

I rock back and forth holding my head, its all in my head

I claw into my face what wrong with me

I hear the heavy breathing again, it's me

I know it's my rats in the cellar crawling to the top

I can't see in the pitch black night

I flare as I start in tears as I pull on my hair

I feel the monsters and I feel the fright

They are breaking the chains I put upon them

I know that they are growing and I want to stay

I scream at the top of my lungs

I want my strife to stay locked I want my pain gone

I want to keep my vanity

It's the mice in my head

It's the sanity rising...

Posted: 2008-11-19 03:24:22 UTC

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