Abstrakt Algebra - Vanishing Man

A man among others, a face in the crowd Whose feet you step on, whose name you don’t know Shifting in the neverending scale of grey Silent and discreet, an empty sheet The picture of conformity, a man without identity Who pulls his straw to the corporated stack Nothing more beneath the surface Than a name, address and serial number A grain of sand In a clenched hand You’re the vanishing man Spineless and damned Suppressing what you can You’re the vanishing man Slow and slow and round and round The wheels keep turning without a sound Grinding, grinding soulless stew You’re sucked into a mechanical screw A grain of sand In a clenched hand You’re the vanishing man Spineless and damned Suppressing what you can You’re the vanishing man Your mouth is closed, your eyes are shut You can’t raise your voice ‘cause your throat’s been cut Shrinking, shrinking, vanishing man You won’t make the way to the promised land A grain of sand In a clenched hand You’re the vanishing man Spineless and damned Suppressing what you can You’re the vanishing man Refuse to understand You’re the perfect part of a plan You’re the vanishing man A grain of sand In a clenched hand Spineless and damned Suppressing what you can