Small, that's what you look like to me
we've no secrets left
no indulgence for our tiny pain
what do you see when you're clear?
what do you think of yourself now?
where you fall is where you lay
wreckage in the street
the look, the shock, the numb
the pain that made us crawl
Your wretched self reflected in the blood
your unmade self emptied on the floor
the world's stopped turning
the skies gone dark
nothing lives
only hates
the world's stopped turning
nothing breathes, only hates
looking down on you
where you fall
is were you lay
we take we cripple in mud the animals crawl
your wretched self reflected in the blood
your wretched self reflected in the blood