Multitudes

the multitude excites, the flags are flown by fireside the programme starts and i am running through this madness and all the time i can't relate we sit around in rooms we talk our fears asking why we should go on god i try to make ends meet the best i can playing rhythms out of time far from the multitudes a few will always stand they don't fit in they don't belong - move on, move on this way within disorder i a*sume my role laugh and cry as i accept eternal indolence through ages 'til restless souls begin to wake perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion a means to no end, a means to no end