look at the crowd on standby
they've got nowhere to go
swaying with the masses
going with the flow
we are the colored dots
in a sea of black and white
searching out our own truth
wander the streets at night
playing our own convention
wandering towards our own light
this is our own dimension
this is our only right
our hearts pulsing on forward
hear our own victory
let the others make comments
for that they cannot see
we are the unique gems
in a sea of holy white
searching out our own truth
wander the streets at night
playing our own convention
wandering towards our own light
this is our own dimension
this is our only right
