(does this) wilted flower seem strange to you?
  with all this poison at the roots...
  shut away from love and light
  you wonder why it's screaming
    old enough to abuse me
  but all too cheap to amuse me
    we stand in the marketplace
  with cold september eyes on the hungry people
  we passed the interrogation
  signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
    calling memories out of mind
  pictures writhing deep inside
  and once you've seen it's hard to hide
  you wonder why you're screaming?
    strong enough not to fear me
  but all too loud now to hear me
    we stand in the marketplace
  with cold september eyes on the hungry people
  we passed the interrogation
  signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
    this wintertime
  to waste your life
  you reign
  you die
  you wait
  you cry
  this time in the light
  small flame in the night
  you come
  you bend
  you burn
    sick enough to infect me
  but too far gone to protect me
    we stand in the marketplace
  with cold september eyes on the hungry people
  we passed the interrogation
  signed our names at the bottom of the government paper