I can’t break this line 

I can’t seem to find 



One at a time, we fall into line 

To follow the signs, if only divine 

Where everything rhymes and fits with our times 

If you give me yours, then I’ll think about mine 

Innocent eyes, they bleed all the time 

They bleed from the crimes of the media mind. 

Sermons of white and visions delight 

The numbers they might, but more would be right 



The blind lead the blind 

We choose to fall behind