(Verse 1)
Yellin’ please lord give him back
It’s been a long year but it’s 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, won’t you give him back?
The old tears of a village rat
Screamin’ lord here, won’t 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)
I’ve 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 I’m alone inside
Lately I’m 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)
Di-di di-da, di-di, dida di-day, ay! (X4)

(Verse 3)
Am I fuckin’ insane or stuck in my ways?
Most of the time I’ve got nothing to say
When these visions of you keep on clouding my brain
Safer to say I’m in love with your pain
Day after day I’ve been trying to gain
But never find nothing, I’m 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 there’s order in the past
Memories will keep us trapped
Memories will keep us rats, but