No one to protect you
Evening creatures snap and bite

Huddle up in a bunch
Group together little ones
Hide in the open

No one there to shield you
From the pecking birds in flight

It is wrong
It's the cost
It's the price of being small
All at once, you are nothing

As the outside shrivels
Oh, the soul is truly ripe
How you fought - how you paid
For the beauty that you made
You must see how it was worth it.

And as we pour and toast you
Revenge is yours but pleasure's mine

No one knows quite like you
With your life you have proved
That beauty's suffering

Hey, the machines are very loud
What did you say?
I'm asking you: what did you say?