I know I'm the fly upon the pin
I squirm like the guilt upon a string
I wake like the healing of the numb
I work like a glamour queen that's come

I know it's a dream that hurts anew
Get up, you're not the dirt under the shoe
Don't choke or break upon your knees
And I'll wait for the parting of the seas

I know your television lie
(Never talk a bitter lie)
I see the empty analyse
(Never talk of bitter whys)
I felt the sting inside your tail
(Never talk a bitter lie)
I know you fight and you will fail

I know it's a dream that hurts anew
Get up, you're not the dirt under the shoe
Don't choke or break upon your knees
And I'll wait for the parting of the seas

Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin
Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string
Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin
Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string