We are following so blindly We choose to ignore the fate. We've been given But there is hope once you open mind And find the power to pull from this filthy wretched place We're fading away, with every thought that we make
For all those empty feelings, left inside us There is hope for those who choose to Follow Follow Follow every misguided trace, from those who came before us There is hope in the past that once set us free on our path
(Perfection seems to be most tangible When every collective thought aligns)
connective process is always a guarunteed design
(our actions, the cause of all of the progress made)
yet we are still so far behind.
Untouchable.
For I one make the same changes The hope to set the blind free I just want you to come home I'm so lonely I want to make my presence know
I see this light in the dark The one that leads us home through the dark of days If only there was a way to bring that the first of ideas This world's protection has seen the end of our days