Getting Smaller

Getting a little bit irradic here And I don't know who to trust I guess it got away (you're reading my mind) I guess I've got to adjust I've got my arms a-flip-flop-flip-flop-flip I got my head on spring And I thought I got you on my side I havn't got f**kin anything [Chorus] I'm just a face in the clouds Nothing to worry about Not even trying to stand out I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller and I got nothing to say Its all been taken away I just behave and obey I'm afriad im starting to fade away I can hardly see through the cracks (when i press up on the wall) I'm not looking to stand up real high (id be happy to crawl) I think I'm loosing my grip (but i can still make a fist) You know I've still got my one good arm and i can beat-i can beat myself up with it! [Chorus] And for what it was worth I really used to believe That maybe there was one great thing We could achieve Now I can't tell the difference between what I've been trying soo hard to see, and what appears to Be real Fading away [x4] My world is getting smaller everyday (and thats ok) [repeat fade out]