We've been hung out to dry
Swaying in the wind like, swaying in the wind like
Wasted exuviae
Needless most of our deeds
Smaller now in real life, smaller now in real life

Don't say you're harder on the outside, harder on the outside
When I tear at you
You know we're rotting from the inside, rotting from the inside out
And you're wasting your breath

Don't bother weighing the whys
It's all in the design, it's all in the design
The dirt that gave birth to us
Shame marks our every high
Fire walks by our side, fire walks by our side (and it can't get away)