getting a little erratic here  and i don't know who to trust  i guess
they got a way of reading my mind  i guess i got to adjust  i got my
arms that flip flop flip flop flip  i got my head on a spring  well i
thought i got you on my side  i haven't got fucking anything  i'm just a
face in the crowd  nothing to worry about  not even trying to stand
out  i'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller  and i have nothing 
to say  it's all been taken away  i just behave and obey  i'm afraid i am
starting to fade away  can kind of see out the cracks  when i press up
to the wall  i'm not looking to stand up real high  i'd be happy to
crawl  i think i'm losing my grip  but i can still make a fist  you
know i still got my one good arm  that i can beat - i can beat myself up
with  i'm just a face in the crowd  nothing to worry about  not even
trying to stand out  i'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller  and
i have nothing to say  it's all been taken away  i just behave and obey
i'm afraid i am starting to fade away  hey and for what it is worth  i
really used to believe  that maybe there's some great thing  that we
could achieve  and now i can't tell the difference  or know what to 
feel  between what i've been trying so hard to see  and what appears
to be real  my world is getting smaller every day  hey hey hey hey  and
that's ok