Lyric The Madness Of The Crowds

Here I go against the grain
It s time to yet again complain
And make some noise
We ve got all our sciences
Making our appliances
To dull the pain
It s novocain for the soul

Hollywood, pop culture s best
You do no good, you vultures nest
And I want out
It s gambling now, the more you wait
And think that you can have your Kate and Edith, too
And so to lose your own soul

I ll call your bluff, I ve had enough
Oh no Ho-Jo

So is it fantasy or reality t.v.?
So here s your world condoned
You get the chisel, I ll get the stone

Know that with each path we take
We become the choices that we make
It s true, and so do you
Forbear to keep obstinate will
And to choose to wait until the dream dissolves
And we re absolved from our guilt

I ll call your bluff, I ve had enough
Oh no Ho-Jo

So is it fantasy or reality t.v.?
So here s your world condoned
You get the chisel, I ll get the stone
So numbed, to fate resigned
And in your grave you ll lie
And in your grave you ll lie