Lyrics:

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