In the Walls

Leave no eye open

To weep for the fallen

A strange stillness

Has started to sink in

Inside the wall is scum and trash

Blind from birth, only see what they lack

Outside these walls, filth and shame

Standing on unmarked asylum graves

Something in the walls

I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl

Something in the walls

The lurking fear has trapped them all

When you're in league with vermin and bums

It's no surprise all you get is crumbs

When you're the worst, the worst of all kinds

No one's shocked you're trapped inside

Something in the walls

I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl

Something in the walls

The lurking dread has trapped them all

Something in the walls

Blessed are the blind that feed them well

Rats, rats