Angel hair   Floating over there   Well you think I don't see?   I see clear through   I see little fish in my sea little sea   All the birds have turned to hawks in me   Living vicariously   You are 3   Stick your sickness inside my line up    and take your orders    well done says the one and only    you've left them all behind alonely    needing more floor hours of   You take your punishment well   Swallow it   Just steal   Stinking up from behind   Show me the way to the white   Bow to my people real   Shut!   Eyes wide legs shut   Shut   Shut   So you your little sea try to get me   You think I don't see   I see clear through!   Stick your sickness line up take orders well line up   You think I don't see   I see clear through   Stick your sickness inside my line up   I don't bleed your state of mind