The Crowd

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 can