it's always finders keepers 

this moves too slow 

down with the crawly creepers 

what you borrow you owe 



- now here we go - 



set the pace / set the tone 

the stangest thing 

you've ever known 

nothing left to die for 

bitter seed / sour grapes 

the point from where 

there's no escape 

nothing left to die for 



undead & unfamiliar 

they trim the fat 

unlocked & unpeculiar 

we're the union of the rats 



- we're the union of the rats -