Barefoot with rats
It’s going to be a long night in the basement.
I’ll be staring at the walls smoking with dead rats.
Feeling nothing at all when I try to keep my head from falling;
I’d say I’m waiting for a call but it’s easier to give up.
Part of being brave is that you’re still afraid but I’m not.
The spiders won’t bother me at all
As I remain to stall,
I’ll just lay down and I’ll sprawl because I need the space.
Here, I am your slave you don’t have to persuade me.
I’ll stay in my cave and wait for you to save me.