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 outta 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
