Beneath the fragrance insipid agents

Above the waters misleading portals

There's no policing, apparent reason

Supposed musing we're all just losing time

Joined, you are connected, yearning affection

Yet disaffected by division starting to unfold

Better secession, it is the fashion

Of the nation to excision on itself again

Birds of a feather stand on the tether

Morning has broken and they have spoken too soon

Take a hand and sit and wait for the years of unity to dissipate

And I sit and I watch the crowd rule over me

And I rot to the core while they devour me

And I sit and I wait...

You are so in time that we're sometimes disconnected

When you fall in line you offend the disaffected

You are so in time that we're sometimes disconnected

When you fall in line you offend the disaffected

You are so in time that we're sometimes disconnected

When you fall in line sometimes we are disconnected

You are so, you are so

Beneath the fragrance insipid agents

Above the waters, misleading portals

There's no policing, apparent reason

Supposed musing we're all just losing time