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