The Crowd

Wrenched into the world, de-anaesthetized
Blurry images fight their way
Through halfway-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
Feelings under covers like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another
Must be scared of ourselves

More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead

Drink, drink in the badlands
Liquid bread for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down
To drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartlands
Of product and demand
When you feel like a wasp in the storm
You gotta get away any way that you can

More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead

More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead