Dead Rats by Buck Gooter Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dead rats in my ceiling
I can smell them rotting
And the paint is peeling
The maggots will arrive, then the flies
I can watch these motes remotely
A floating circus for the eyes
A layer of dust forms around me
Which is no surprise
Because I am peeling, I'm rotting
The sunlight shows me particles
The thin smoke I’m emitting
So much of me is airborne
So much of me is dead
Dead rats in my ceiling