When I was small you might have thought of me nYou might have spread apart the fat webs in your heart nBut there was never anything inside of me nI’m just dried mud casing that cracks and comes apart nAnd now I’m being crushed beneath your feet nAnd all the mud is disappearing into me nYou’re rising up like fire while the memories halt nDon’t look down to see me or you will become a pillar of salt nnYou’ll never see my face nnyou are a song to sing nI am the dust and ash nYou are the queen of clean nI am the world’s trash nnThere is no candy center in the middle of the world nnWhen I was small you might remember me nYou might have drained the black oil from my heart nString me up and hang me upside down nAnd let the wild animals tear me apart n