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?