Polkadot Cadaver
Skin in the Game
Small hours, ringing hollow
This bitter truth is hard to swallow
What the hell have I done with my life?
Why on Earth did I waste so much time?
Worrying, slaving, and towing the line
We're all just rats racing into our graves
Once you realize it's far too late
We're all just rats racing into our graves
Once I realized that it was far too late
I've got no skin in this game
Ignore my ignorance, pretend I don't care
Dark haunting memories - I'm fully aware
Of the snakes in my bed, the ghosts in my head
Rare diseases of the mind decaying what is left of time
[Chorus]
On my way to the animal farm, delirium spiral
A soul survival - barb wire borders building our walls
Curse the plague that's yet to, yet to come
The bitter truth is hard to swallow, wading into oblivion
Small hours, ringing hollow
Life will lead and death will follow
Old bag of bones, no one to blame
My heart is crying out, calling your name
I've grown so jaded, scared, sick, and tired
Hourglass sands slipping down to the wire
[Chorus]
Wailing and twisting in the eye of the storm
Staring at me through a thick locust swarm
Devour everything, mercy for nothing
Rare diseases of the mind, decaying what is left of time
Ignore my ignorance, pretend I don't care
Dark haunting memories - I'm fully aware
Of the snakes in my bed, the ghosts in my head
Rare diseases of the mind decaying what is left of time