Subatomic

Here I am

Raising my tiny fists

Tiny fingers

A tiny lifeboat on the sea

The torpedoes start to burn

Whistling and screaming

They cover up the sobs

Little sobs

Blue and green flash

Rain makes rivers and men cry

Buckling to the knees

Snapped on the ground

Pain breaks the finest china

Behind the door is no guarantee

Salt so light the eddies can brush it away

Wash it away

Just hold onto the cloth

The shredded fibers cling

No white flag for you

This is my surrender

There's no more candles

And the darkness hurts

I can't go on without a guide

I'm so small

I'm too small.