Always feel around for rats in the dark   a glint in her eye, an infinite spark   the unborn brother, the treacherous lover   always feel around for rats in the dark      Tell me it's instructional   Tell me it's instructional      The man in the booth puts on a red shawl   and the skeletal child wished it were tall   never ask a golden king to reveal himself   he will only lie      Tell me it's instructional   Tell me it's instructional      I got all my worst habits from you   I got all my worst habits from you      Lying still in the midst of a stalemate   Won a bet, lost a jet, broken face   Deep inside the backroom of a nail salon   everything must die      I got all my worst habits from you   I got all my worst habits from you      Things are broken & things will end   possessions once stolen but never again   I later was trapped and had to repeat   guide me to the end once more, I said      Always feel around for rats in the dark