Can't lift our heads, though we try
The terrible atrocities we all decry
So much weight piled into our skulls
we have to wait 'till the static lulls
darting to and fro' when the moment's right
find hole in wall, out of sight...
s'me s'me s'me,
fingers scraping 'long the ground
path has turned near all way 'round
s'me s'me s'me they say in unison
Wiping ashes from their lips
forever mulling o'er devilish quips
s'me, s'me. S'me.