The Crowd
Operation Ivy
Letra

Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door

I looked outside, I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feelings under cover like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another must be scared of ourself

More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
We need a gathering instead

Drink, drink in the badlands
Liquid bread for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down
To drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartlands
Of product and demand
When you feel like a wasp in the swarm
You gotta get away anyway that you can

More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
We need a gathering instead

More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
More, just another crowd
We need a gathering instead