Blind is the euphoria of the crowd

Staring at themselves from inside

And observing the succeeding patterns

Of the world that spirals downwards

I sense tangible phantasm

It causes human pride to swell anew

Come on to touch, maybe catch

Fever of senses stimulates animal brain

Blind is the euphoria of the crowd

Staring at themselves from inside

And observing the succeeding patterns

Of the world that spirals downwards

I sense tangible phantasm

It causes human pride to swell anew

Come on to touch, maybe catch

Fever of senses stimulates animal brain

And to those of you who scream that they know

Keep roaming in your dance

Singing of truth and happiness

Quelling the misty vision of end

Blind is the euphoria of the crowd

Staring at themselves from inside

And observing the succeeding patterns

Of the world that spirals downwards

Fever of senses stimulates animal brain