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