Give (The Rats, They Want You)

The faith in me runs thinner than the water

(Rising to my eyebrows)

Slowly but surely I am drowning

(In this wistful body) I call my own

New days bring new dreams to their knees

Searching for something, nothing, anything

Hands clenched together in praise

While the rhythm pulls away

There are no walls that can hold this

There's no voice that can save my soul

No words that can breathe life into the worthless skin and

Bones I've grown to call my...