The Crowd Lives On

The line goes on forever

Passing through the turnstile

You’re gonna feel so much better

Giving up what you can’t buy

Take the long way home

Because there ain’t nowhere to go

There’s a brightness in the night sky

As your bike spins down the road

So much we took for granted

It’s hard to think about

Where we’d dance and laugh and gather

Before their virus came about

The man lives on forever

A charade is now in style

We’re all in this together

Masquerading in denial

Fuck your computations

And fuck your face profile

Little sisters in the gutter

Big brother holds the knife

Where the streets are empty is where we run

Where the hills are green here we come

They and them live on forever

Some charade is now in style

We’re all in this and tethered

Masquerading in denial