In this crowd you stand alone
Surrounded by a faceless mass
Drones marching in perfect lines
History repeating as it always has
In this crowd you stand alone
Voices chanting a haunted mass
Praising their coming demise
Pebbles in an hour glass
Surrounded by the blind you try to see beyond
The shallow walls that confine you
Blinded by the light outside your cage you stay
Haunted by fears you stumble in darkness
The echoes of your failures deafen your ears
And the ghosts of your empty crys
Slowly creep closer
Suffocating you
In this crowd you stand alone
Crushed by the weight of this mass
But stubbornly you try to stand
Ensnared by the illusion of freedom
Illusions of freedom
Of freedom
Illusion of freedom