Got that sensation running up my arm
Got that pain behind my eyes
You're sure that you're best dressed
At the party with no one else
In a country beneath the sea
That sea's taken this side of me
That sea's taken this side of me
Your colony, your colony
Your colony of ants
Your colony, your colony
Your colony of ants
The only thing you're sure of is yourself
The only thing you're sure of is yourself
The only thing you're sure of is yourself
The only thing you're sure of is yourself
No substance to what you say
You shout about it anyway
You need your ankles tied
It fits so your eyes can't blind
We'll make you read your rights
You'll see what makes me cry
You'll see what makes me cry
Your colony, your colony
Your colony of ants
Your colony
What's wrong with me?
What can't I sing (?) with myself?
Your colony, your colony
Your colony of ants