Lingering tails of infested dregs; Lasting threats on plagued skin. fetid rats of nightmares, where do we begin? You trust your fateful slumber, but you feel them crawl; The tingling gnawing despair; You can't kill them all. Emanating from pestilence and plague; Your soul begs; The future becomes vague. You fear rats are the scourge of your soul; A vex smearing scathe taking their toll.