Mechanical Children by Bad Rat from Southampton, Ma United States

ask rats in cages to open their doors
we’re living in rooms with no ceilings four walls or floors
and we’re aching to swallow what began as a lie
we are the mountains that appear in your mind
stumbling oaf on your way down
down from the sky

maybe we’ll be cared for by mechanical children
when we are old enough to wish we weren’t born
and maybe i’ll around if you’d let me out
stroke of midnight i’ll see our town
and i won’t let anyone know me
slip away into the evening

we’re aching to swallow what began as a lie
we are the mountains that appear in your mind
stumbling oaf on your way down
down from the sky

and i won’t let anyone know me
slip away into the evening
home by morning