Wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized Blurry images fiht 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 canTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
