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★ verse intro ★
Ten minutes ‘till lecture
A path to retrace
Other students join
Headed the same exact place
Pouring out of buildings
Heading to class
Filing through arches
Reflected in glass
★ verse ★
All walking in the same direction, spill out of a narrow street and cross the road
From above, we look like flies surrounding something that has died
A carcass overflowed
I am scared of what will happen and i wish i could stop moving but i can’t try
Even if i do, the stream of bodies will part into two and pass me by
★ pre-chorus ★
Wool coats, breath crystallizing in air
Clotting the flagstone route
Crawl forward, little lemmings in line
With each scuff of a leather boot
★ chorus ★
Do they not feel trapped?
Every movement mapped
Do they not feel caught?
Is this what they’re taught?
Closing in on me
And it’s hard to breathe
When hearts beat as one
Where can i run?
★ verse ★
They dictate what i do and i dictate what they do as we control the mass
We are an endless stream of flesh so all the vehicles around us wait for us to pass
I matter in their presence therefore i should appreciate being part of the swarm
If we keep on moving forward, then the whole we represent shall suffer no harm
★ chorus ★
Do they not feel trapped?
Every movement mapped
Do they not feel caught?
Is this what they’re taught?
They’re closing in on me
And it’s hard to breathe
When hearts beat as one
Where can i run?
★ bridge ★
But no one would notice if i ever vanished
If bodies could sustain
This never-ending army
Like blood pumping through a vein
No one would notice if anyone vanished
If feet marched to the tune
Enough resounding footsteps
With no sign of fading soon
No one would notice if i ever vanished
If bodies could sustain
This never-ending army
Like blood pumping through a vein
No one would notice if anyone vanished
If feet marched to the tune
Enough resounding footsteps
With no sign of fading soon
★ verse ★
If i manage to escape, where do i go once i emerge on the other side?
As they all disperse, i look to the sun, cold and bleary-eyed
Footsteps fading into wind and people going places ’til i stand alone
Traveled too far and a little too lost to go back home
★ chorus ★
I’ll miss being trapped
Every movement mapped
I don’t wanna get caught
Forgetting what i’ve been taught
Once they all leave me
I’ll be nobody
When it’s said and done
Where can i run?
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