Meek subjects by torchlight
Come to pay their respects
As foretold by the ancient texts
Line snaking down the sewer
Reverent hush upon the crowd
One by one we approach
The figure in the shroud
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
Great warm throbbing hum of the undercity
At one with the purpose
I am a faceless, nameless acolyte
Here tonight at your service
Take my visions, make them real
Impose them on the world above
All the dead sleepwalkers
Who never learned how to love
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
Brand new dreams, great visions
Something heady and threatening
On the boil in the kitchen
Arise from the storm drains
Take to the streets
We who have never once tasted
The stench of defeat
Victory sweet as the dregs of the fast food dumpster
Look how they jump when we show up
Like they've just seen a monster
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
New dreams
New dreams for the rat queen
