Wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized
|
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
|
Awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine
|
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 ourself
|
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 heartland
|
Of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
|
You gotta get away anyway that you can
|
|
-----------------
|
The Crowd
|
| Operation Ivy |
