Under The Rabbit by Bronx
Consider yourself warned
The last one born is the first one torn
And there's a fluid exchange between the sick and the strange
And there's a space in the wall for the rats to crawl
There's a conflict in the concrete
I fear the war, not my fate
And there's a rumor of bodies buried under the floor
And paranoia's a revolving door
Stab slowly and let it die,
This is the best life my money can buy
Under the fault line, under the rabbit
Beginner's luck became a creature of habit
Blind hands are impulsive so consider yourself lucky to live
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