Filthy Rat.

trade my limbs to the mishaps of the wise
saliva to the thirsty who still kiss their wives
all I need is a bath
been thinking about
how I'm a filthy rat

found the time
to revive foundations
rotted out by

by the time she wakes, she'll be worn
I am the broken glass in the hands
she rubs together, keep warm
I am a sweet one
just enough
to rot her teeth
you're wrong
I haven't got a thing beneath

somehow, I grew curious
I grew dangerous
didn't think you could
make a mess with words
bleach stained hands
I told you
I could stain your floor

I come and speak of war
but your king, I still adore
surrender or be cleansed
the aftermath is a hangover
all the chaos I brought
with these bottles
all the sleep I got

valuables atop your hills
stolen organs
you saw me coming
before birth
knew something was wrong
knew I was blind
so it'd take sedatives
before you could unravel my skin
from behind

measure your success
on how my morales become deaf
measure my struggle
based on your monetary excess
I had been your problem
now a rodent problem
filthy rat
give me a bath
 

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