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)