[Verse]
Sky is a junkyard scattered wide
Feathers fall where secrets hide
The moon's a coin tossed in the drain
Circling pigeons hum a strange refrain
[Chorus]
Rats with wings they own the sky
They swoop they dive they multiply
A dirty army in disguise
Rats with wings they blur the lines
[Verse 2]
Sidewalk thrones they claim their space
Beady eyes a poker face
Echoes of coos in a metal cave
Are they free or are they slaves
[Prechorus]
They leave their mark on every stone
They never stop they're never alone
[Chorus]
Rats with wings they own the sky
They swoop they dive they multiply
A dirty army in disguise
Rats with wings they blur the lines
[Bridge]
City ghosts on wings of dust
Turning concrete dreams to rust
Are they messengers or just a curse
A poem of chaos or a universe