it is the clearing stock

The rats will run

They see the tide rising high

They search for a way out

In the traffic jammed holes

They get all entangled up

Trying to free for safety

Feeling the water reaching their tails

They hope on to higher ground

Looking in fear waiting for the bell

Yet some still show bravery

“Come in and shoot at us

We aren't afraid of the drowning

We can find our way out!”

But nothing will save their sinful souls

The tide reaches up to the hole

Every rat will surely drown

The water rushes in

Trapping the rats in jam

Every rat will be washed out

Dead in the water

Eyes of fear life is gone

“It is the clearing stock

You will not stand a chance!”