Shaped by hands of shifting sands
A statue built on one's commands
Across the bridge of conformity
Treading paths not theirs to weave
A symphony led by a lone decree
In the silence
They find reprieve
They march along (blind parade)
To one man's chant
They've lost their way
A single voice
That rules their day
In simple minds
Strong wills decay
They'll walk the line
(Thin and frayed)
In shadows cast by one's display
As whispers rise (walls construe)
Faces merge, all pale and hue
Fools parade in seamless line
To the tune of the grand design
No questions asked
No thoughts of their own
Just echoes in a hollow tone
Oh, they follow like sheep
To the shepherd's song
Blindly marching
Can't see right from wrong
In a world where reason's gone
They just follow
(Follow, follow), follow along
In the square (solemn square)
Eyes are vacant, no one dares
To speak a thought
Or break the stride
With heavy hearts
They hide inside
A threadbare creed
That fuels the need
For the blind to always lead
In circles run (around they go)
Trust in lies
The only truth they know
Eyes closed tight
They fear the light
With footsteps drawn in the sand
Oh, they follow
Like sheep to the shepherd's song
Blindly marching
Can't see right from wrong
In a world where reason's gone
They just follow
(Follow, follow), follow along
