Low Man - Treponem Pal

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