wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized 
blurry images fit 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 
feeling under covers like books on a shelf 
if we're scared of one another 
must be scared of our self 

more than just another crowd 
we need a gathering instead 

drink drink in the badland liquid bread for the poor 
another member of the crowd goes down 
to drown at the liquor store 
choose your escape in the heartland 
of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm 
you gotta get away anyway that you can