Multitudes — текст песни (Killing Joke)

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
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