Can you smell the smell?
Can you hear that sound?
Can you see that shadow?
Feel them running 'round?
Well, you better not
Turn your back
Get the men to
Set some traps

Because there's rats, rats, rats, rats
In the walls

In the foundations by the twisted corpse
It's all in your mind, of course
Well, they're amongst the rotting meat
Where those rats have their feast

Well, there's rats, rats, rats
In the walls

Each time they gnaw, each time they bite
Out goes another light
In the foundations they wait, they rot and they die
Living lives built on lies