We are the small axe If you are the big tree Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Shall bury in it, shall bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Ready to cut you down (well sharp) Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers