Look... up on the building, see a silhouette
Crowd looks hungry, because he ain't jumped yet
Man up on the tower, looks big up there
He's got something extra, I wonder if he's scared

People do some strange things
When they're all together
They wouldn't even dream of
By themselves

Come on, come on, come on, turn it on
Turn it on, come on
Power... power
Is he turning on us, is he turning
You can't see his eyes now
Bet that they're burning

Are we among them
There's strength in their numbers
Can't even hear us
There's to many others
What's he keep saying
They're not even listening
Is he a poor man
Why don't we listen

People do some strange things

It's invisible, you can't even touch it
If I was a wise man, I'd have spoke up
If I was a brave man, I'd surely said something
Now I can't even sleep on it
Cause it's all used up
All used up