Multitudes

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