Smaller everyday.

«Getting a little erratic here, and I don't know who to trust.
I guess they got a way of reading my mind, I guess I got to adjust.
I've got my arms that flip flop flip flop flip... I got my head on spring.
Well I thought I got you on my side. I haven't got fucking anything.

I'm just a face in the crowd, nothing to worry about. Not even trying to stand out.

I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller, and I got nothing to say.

It's all been taken away. I just behave and obey. I'm afraid I am starting to fade away.

Hey, and for what it was worth, I really used to believe that maybe there's some great thing that we could achieve. And now I can't tell the difference or know what to feel between what I've been trying so hard to see and what appears to be real.

My world is getting smaller everyday, and that's okay.»

Getting Smaller - Nine Inch Nails