three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely
  restitution of pavement, pomp and show, i seek a thousand answers, i
  find but one or two, i maintain no discomfiture, my path again
  renewed, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream,
  i maintain against the grain, here labelled as a lunatic, sequestered
  and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, ther's an
  oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the
  potential of the individual, against the grain..., the flow is getting
  stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are
  increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, it is your
  right to seize the day, but in all your acquisitions you will soone be
  swept away, against the grain..., there's a common consensus and a
  uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it
  sings "leve your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this
  lulling sense of purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain...