The Crowd

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
 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 product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
 You gotta get away anyway that you can