Paroles
Vacant gazes of the rank and file
Minds in atrophy
Surging numbers of indifference
Do you exist or appear to be?
All of you brimming with this stale life
The dream is over
The dream is dead this time
Your dream is dead this time
Sunken faces
Shallow, listless lives
Currents of lethargy
Detached masses in their sleep
Recall the anguish that once sustained
All of you brimming with this stale life
The dream is over
The dream is dead this time
