Look at the crowd and tell me whether
All are surrounded but none are together
If you're awake, look all around
At all of the people, still you're

So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

If I could make a suggestion
Without sounding preachy or begging the question
Melt with your minds, melt with each other
Don't be surrounded, don't be

So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Kill
Fuck off
Hate
Die

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Writer(s): Bryan Holland