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