the crowd

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  wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized
  blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
  awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine
  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
  feelings under covers like books on a shelf
  if we're scared of one another
  must be scared of ourself
  more than just another crowd
  we need a gathering instead
  drink drink in the badlands 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