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

afraid to admit
what make you tick
faces are mirrors
we must be sick