Bad Moves - "Let The Rats Inherit The Earth" (Official Audio)
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 Published On Apr 24, 2024

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Lyrics:
Here we are, nowhere, and we’re bored, ‘cause we don’t care anymore
Throw the pretense overboard, cut your ties with the old guard
And I swear, it’s true, we don’t know what to do
Let the hush wash over you, till you’re drowning in it

(Wherever, decentered, untethered, ‘cause we don’t care anymore
Too bent out to bother, we’re treading cold water
We end up suspended, we meant it, we don’t know what to do
We process undoneness, you witness no-oneness)

Undone by the high tide of evolution
Time unravels and devolves into repetition

And we’re all too scared to hope, ‘cause we’ve got nothing to show
It’s all purgatorial, revel in the great unknown
And that’s fair, like sure, ‘cause when your dream is deferred
And your pleas all go unheard, you sputter and you spin out

(Deflated, unmade and frustrated, ‘cause we’ve got nothing to show
We process undoneness, you witness no-oneness
We end up suspended, we meant it, ‘cause when your dream is deferred
You drift on like fodder, still treading cold water)

And stare up at the sky till your eyes glaze over
Your faith goes up in a blaze while the future burns

Goddamn, let the rats inherit the earth
Once you’re bottomed out, it’s on to something worse
Who’s keeping score anymore?
We are, we are, we are
You can shout about it till your vision blurs
Or till you lose the feeling

God damn, let the rats inherit the earth
Once you’re bottomed out, it’s on to something worse
Who’s keeping score anymore?
We are, we are, we are
And out there when the flies and the buzzards swarm
Would you say a prayer? Would you know what for?
Who’s even sure anymore?
We are, we are, we are
You can shout about it till your vision blurs
Or till you lose the feeling

Undone by the high tide of evolution
Unravel and devolve into repetition

(Too bent out to bother, we’re treading cold water
We process undoneness, you witness no-oneness
We drift on like fodder, still treading cold water
We end up suspended, we meant it, we’re treading)
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