There's a storm in your teacup and you don't know who you really are,
big fish in small ponds should learn to play without their hearts.
Mmm the styrofoam's burning and melting and then in a house of boxes as fragile as it gets,
falling and turning into a never-ending end
I thought about my mother and what had brought me here,
I had a thought and it was full of fear.
You stuffed your face, little piggy, and you opened up the door,
and soon you'll look to your toes and you won't see them anymore.
In a house of boxes
as fragile as it gets
falling and turning
into a never-ending end