They've gathered in
They barely have the room
Some have come along just to say
No one agrees, it won't be happening soon
I think they're sick
But who leads an interesting life?
They're all just on that list
Of folks not to be like
I'm looking down on them
In more ways than one
Faces empty
Pockets fat
Wearing
Their articles of faith
In a trance cause it feels safe
It feels safe
I think they're sick
But who leads an interesting life?
They're all just on that list
Of folks not to be like
Afraid to admit
What make you tick
Faces are mirrors
We must be sick