Nothing (The Rat) Songtext
von Code Orange

Break me into something worth it
More than the heads of statues
Even if the trend reconciles itself
I′ll still wake up wishing I didn't
So maybe instead I′ll choke on these anti-anxiety pills
So I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away
In your hands against his chest or my head on the bathroom fucking floor But every morning is a clean slate
And my back starts to break, my face starts to change
Alignment of the way I act and the way I am
Because in my mind it's an emptiness
Multi-foliate
An abundance of layers buried out of necessity
A laundry list of accomplishments


Control the crisis
Stage the disease
Sell your soul to
Words that mean nothing