Multitudes

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] Far from the multitudes, a few will always stand They don't fit in, they don't belong — move on, move on this way [Verse 3] Within disorder, I assume my role Laugh and cry as I accept Eternal indolence through ages 'Til restless souls begin to wake [Interlude] (Perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion) [Outro] A means to no end, a means to no end