Under the Guise of “Crowd"

Under the Guise of “Crowd”

Hold your hand up in the air now,
So we know you are there,
With wandering eyes, no wonder,
You think that no one cares?

Holed up, in a silent room,
There are so many people in your head,
You think, well maybe,
“I must be dead”

‘Cause no one’s staring,
Look back at me,
The whole room’s glaring—
It’s hard to SEE,

All alone, inside your head,
But on the outside, there’s no room,
Our arms are touching,
Alone together, that is our doom,

So hold your hand up,
Make it right,
You’re not alone,
So why not fight?