Quiet as a Rat

There was a kid who came home
Red from panic and fear
Some kids at this school had beaten him way past tears
His mom cried, «Jesus christ!»
As she cleaned the blood pouring out of his ears
But it was obvious that, quiet as a rat
God was nowhere near
There was a girl at the bar
She overdosed in a photo booth
Nobody found her body, until last call
Then the pictures all showed her, terrified and a loner
While evryone cried, «what a good friend sh was!»
(Pre-Chorus)
And everyone treats commandments like more of a bucket list
So I’ve been asking why, I was born against
Time doesn’t respect what doesn’t respect it
Kind isn’t a word I’d use for man
If everyone’s made in his image
And he couldn’t perfect it
What the hell makes anyone think we can