The Crowd 歌词

Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized 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 cover like books on a shelf If we're scared of one another must be scared of ourself More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, 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 swarm You gotta get away anyway that you can More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, just another crowd We need a gathering instead More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, just another crowd More, just another crowd We need a gathering instead