Killing Joke - Multitudes

The multitude excites, the flags are flown By fireside the program 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