Verse 1 Yellin please lord give him back Its been a long year but its in the past We told fears of a village rat These old tears fall to split in half Similac, Caulfield in a living trap Just give him back Lord hear, wont you give him back? The old tears of a village rat Screamin lord here, wont you give him back? Hook Cuz I was born to lose God knew I was born to lose Yeah, I was born to lose On the bottom of the trash with the molded food Verse 2 Ive gotten no response 10 months 7 days since I lost my art And hoped to die, pray the sickness multiplies Stole designs from the yolk of a broken lie Soaked inside, throw em out the persona dries Holden tried, but lately Im alone inside Lately Im alone inside Place me in the grave where the voices hide Place me in the grave where the voices die Just place me in the grave so the choice is mine So the choice is mine Choices Hook But I was born to lose God knew I was born to lose I was born to lose On the bottom of the trash with the mold Bridge Didi dida, didi, dida diday, ay! X4 Verse 3 Am I fuckin insane or stuck in my ways? Most of the time Ive got nothing to say When these visions of you keep on clouding my brain Safer to say Im in love with your pain Day after day Ive been trying to gain But never find nothing, Im tired and drained Been standing out side setting fire to rain In the picture alone tryna find the frame So I can climb again, from out the trash Down the drain to Alcatraz They frame and torture all the rats Claim theres order in the past Memories will keep us trapped Memories will keep us rats, but
born, dida, lose, rat, didi