The crowd

Wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized
Blurry images fit 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
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another
Must be scared of our self

More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead

Drink drink in the bad land 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