Oh, we live in small places

Between four walls,

Behind closed doors.

Between two hands,
Behind closed eyes.

On an island,

Behind closed lines.

Oh, we live in small places,

We think hands and hearts would reach closer,

But fists and fears just reach faster.

We hold wars in our hands,

We fits hearts on our fingers

We test the digitality of our empathy,

We rest in the ability of our apathy.

Oh, we live in small places.

Where everybody knows and few speak,

Where we think words would be kinder

But hate just gets closer,

Within reach, in every corner.

Oh, we live in small places.

For our body is the only entity

Between a wall and a fist,

A fist and a word,

A word and an order,

An order and a border.

Between four walls,

Oh, the violence of small places.

Behind closed doors.
Between two hands,

Behind closed eyes.
On an island,

Between closed lines.

To us born beneath an angry sky

We know where violence lives.
Violence lives in small places.