Way downstairs underneath the floorboards They've buried our children there Will I ever once breathe them in? Shut me out, Would they even care if I ever went home again? I can never go home again I gave up the same as they And I have no say in where they're taking them {You can't slow down the machine) And my stomach keeps turning... Everything you think you know, Everything that you've been told, A clever twist of words and small patterns in the dirt. Everything you think you know, Everything that you've been told, A clever twist of words and small patterns in the dirt.