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