E~Pluribus Unum

Wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized
Blurry images fit their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door 

I looked outside I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another
Must be scared of our self