Multitudes - Killing Joke

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