Getting Smaller — Nine Inch Nails

Getting a little erratic here And I don I guess they got a way of reading my mind I guess I got to adjust I got my arms flip, flop, flip, flop, flip I got my head on a spring I thought I got you I my side I haven

I Nothing to worry about Not even trying to stand out I And I have nothing to say It I just behave and obey I

I cannot slip through the cracks When I press up on the wall I I I think I But I can still make a fist You know I still got my one good arm I can bea

I Nothing to worry about Not even try to stand out I And I have nothing to say It I just behave and obey I

For what it Maybe there Now I can Know what to feel Between what I And what appears to be real Fade away My world is getting smaller everyday ay ay ay and that