That Noise in Crowds

First, we begin in the womb,
then shoved through a crescent moon,
then loved in a fluorescent room
of Doctors, and blessings too
from Uncles and Aunties and
Gramps and Grannies who
say all the "awwhs" and "ooohs",
because they're envious of you,
and what a welcome to the gauntlet,
with a potential so monstrous,
this was your moment, ironic we can't recall it
But without a doubt, we were perfect at first
before we could, walk, sit or say words
cause then a few years past 12,
self-consciousness develops
and compels some
to get a noose and put a note in an envelope,
kick the chair out, then jump,
and change their mind while in mid-air but then they're
an ornament, a chandelier, and become one of

So many people
So many people
One of
So many people
So many people

One of
So many people
who lost their soul
to this
game of actors,
directors and roles
to this
game of cards,
and decided to fold
and I can't tell you what they chose was wrong

cause
Maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a betting man

So we begin in the womb,
then shoved through a crescent moon,
then loved in a fluorescent room
of Doctors, and blessings too
from Uncles and Aunties to
Gramps and Grannies who
say the "awwhs" and "ooohs",
because they're envious of you,
then make it to
middle age with a job
and a house that's so gorgeous,
2 porches, orchids by your front doorstep
and you're with, a woman you've adored
for years and more than
anything you want to seem satisfied
with the boredom but you
can't, and it bleeds through your eyes
when you see your wife,
in the waiting room while your daughter gives life
to a baby who has many days left to become bored and depressed
so you're sitting there, fucking envious, as one of those

Then you'll end in a bed and soon
in a fluorescent room
of daughters and sons
of nieces and of your nephews
you'll part the planet
but before they'll want an answer
of what
to do with life if you could plan it
and then you'll tell them
I don't know
and no one does
regardless of what someone says
none of it makes much sense
so I guess I worship nothingness
But, I'd rather that said
here dying on my deathbed
Then me pretend I know more
from living longer than the next man
I'm still confused as shit
just satisfied in it
pacified by the fact that every man
will die and that
I'm not the only one who's gone
who's disappeared into the fog
I'm just another set of eyes that will
cease to see at all as one of

So many people, so many people
One of so many, many, many people