You think you can rule the roost
You think you're so tall you're above it all
You think your solitude just gives you a glow?

Well we'll make it show
Then we'll up the game we'll fan the flame
of pain
We're dropping the wall
We'll show you rock bottom
This is how small we can make you

You think your Medusa's curls make you strong?
Hell well you're wrong
We're hacking them off one by one

You think your projections are helpful and harmless?
An extension of you
A way to be two
Your blind man's fingers
Well here's how it is:
We’re slicing them off
We’re dismembering you
Now feel your way in the dark

So now honey how are you doing?
Do you still think exile a thing of the past?
Don't make us laugh
We'll remind you again and again