As the walls get nearer Lowness is filling us We can't see anything But breath a different air He looks like anyone Anyone But smells as a corpse His small face is grey With no trace of scorn Look out for the low man We just give up The act is done He's a part of us It's now too late Cos we are we are As the walls get nearer Lowness is filling us We can't see anything Anything Cos we are We are