Rats, Snakes and Thieves

By Cannae

On Gold Becomes Sacrifice

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In a city where no one sleeps

Nightmares take the fear inside you

And the very air that you breathe

Has a mind of its own

Sanity's bridge into madness

Black hearts, white eyes

Hopeless soul meander amongst us

Dead in a moment of time

The living dead who see nothing

Wander aimlessly

Wishing it would all be over

Quiet tragedy

A place of such tragedy

Distrust allows no forgiveness

Murderers capture capture their fix

Leaving the world one down

Then they continue the pattern

They'll be waiting patiently

Murderers capture their fix

Leaving the world one down

A mind state you would never, never understand

There has to be a way out

You have to watch your back

Wounds of war, marked by the metal

Of broken blades

Individually they fought for

What they believed

Tales of mourning, portrayed in bottles

Sweet aged whiskey

They're pressured to find the unknown

Insanity

Empty vials swept into curbs

Polluted wind

Rats, snakes and thieves wait in shadows

To drag you in

A place of extreme treachery

Distrust allows no forgiveness

They'll be waiting patiently

A mind state you'll never understand