The Crowd

Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized, Blurry images fight their way through halway opened eyes Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door. I looked outside, I looked into the eyes Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before Feeling under covers like books on a shelf, If we're scared of one another, Must be scared of ourself, More than just another crowd, we need a gathering instead. Drink drink in the badland, liquid bread for the poor Another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store Choose your escape in the heartland Of products and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm You gotta get away any way that you can. (Chorus)