Matlak - Anthill

Little men above the anthill
Hit, it breaks
Hit, it breaks
Underneath, small ones crawl
No one cares, no one calls
Hit, it breaks
Hit, it breaks
Hit, it breaks
They look down like they decide
Who is wrong and who is right
Like a chord or like a god
Watching small and broken lives
Three old men
Above the anthill
Hit, it breaks
Hit and Brace
Hit and Brace
Hit and Brace
The old men rock, their fingers lock
the anthill finds its silent cage
but round the bend
Same old stage, colder eyes
The other's age
The other say
The other say
The other's age
The other's age