[Verse 1]
The multitude excites, the flags are flown
By fireside, the programme starts
And I am running through this madness
And all the time, I can't relate

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
Far from the multitudes, a few will always stand
They don't fit in, they don't belong — move on, move on this way

[Verse 3]
Within disorder, I assume my role
Laugh and cry as I accept
Eternal indolence through ages
'Til restless souls begin to wake

[Interlude]
(Perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion)

[Outro]
A means to no end, a means to no end