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