A Rat In My Dream (Under The Star Linghost Version)

Blackbird Raum

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To delete the process running my life
All that's left is to sharpen the knife
Cut the rope that binds our legs
Separate the kings from their own heads

It is time to spit at the air
Wash the dried blood from our hair
Stitch one another back together
What care we for the wind and weather


Don't say your prayers
Don't cast your vote
Get the predators hands from around your throat
Saw threw the tendons
Throw down the yoke
Turn off the gas before we choke