We move from room to room like ants

In packs of hundreds we do crawl

To hide from danger is our aim

We must disguise ourselves like ants

No more of that, no more of that

We'll fall one hundred times before

We succumb to your viscous ways

Won't sit in line and wait to fall

And I'm too small to be your friend

I don't live up to the standards that you expect

Please don't fret I won't try it again

I won't take it to heart

Won't look back at how things were before
I may be small compared to you

Take a walk in my shoes you can see for yourself

And you will fall

We move from room to room like ants

In packs of hundreds we do crawl

And holding on to distant dreams

It crushes us, crushes us all

You don't tell us we'll let you know

No longer something you dictate

To hide from danger is our aim

We are the danger that we face