the multitude excites, the flags are flown by fireside the programme starts and i am running through this madness and all the time i can`t relate we sit around in rooms we talk our fears asking why we should go on god i try to make ends meet the best i can playing rhythms out of time far from the multitudes a few will always stand they don`t fit in they don`t belong - move on, move on this way within disorder i assume my role laugh and cry as i accept eternal indolence through ages `til restless souls begin to wake perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion a means to no end, a means to no end
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