Vanishing Man

A man among others, a face in the crowd
Whose feet you step on, whose name you don't know
A shift in the never-ending scale of gray
Silent and discreet, an empty seat

A picture of conformity, a man without identity
Who pulls his straw to the corporate stack
Nothing more beneath the surface than
Name, address, and serial number

A grain of sand in a clenched hand
You're the vanishing man
Spineless and damp
Suppressing what you can't
You're the vanishing man

Slow and slow and round and round
The wheels keep turning without a sound
Grinding, grinding soulless stew
You're sucked into a mechanical screw

A grain of sand in a clenched hand
You're the vanishing man
Spineless and damp
Suppressing what you can't
You're the vanishing man

Your mouth is closed, your eyes are shut
You can't raise your voice, 'cause your throat's been cut
Shrinking, shrinking, vanishing man
You won't make the way to the promised land

A grain of sand in a clenched hand
You're the vanishing man
Spineless and damp
Suppressing what you can't
You're the vanishing man

A grain of sand in a clenched hand
Spineless and damp
Suppressing what you can't