Lirieke: Heathers. Fire Ants.

We move from room to room like ants,

In packs of hundreds we do crawl,

To hide from danger is our aim,

We must disguise ourselves like ants.

No more of that, no more of that,

We'll fall one hundred times before,

We succumb to your viscous ways,

Won't sit in line and wait to fall.

And I'm too small to be your friend,

I don't live up to the standards that you expect,

Please don't fret I wont try it again,

I won't take it to heart,

Won't look back at how things were before,

I may be small compared to you,

Take a walk in my shoes you can see for yourself,

And you will fall



We move from room to room like ants,

In packs of hundreds we do crawl,

And holding on to distant dreams,

It crushes us, crushes us all.

You don't tell us we'll let you know,

No longer something you dictate,

To hide from danger is our aim,

We are the danger that we face.