Sheep |
Mystery man 'comin' 'round the bend. I don't know where he's headed But I know where he's been. He walks in the shadows that linger o'er, Like a ghost of his former self. He's lost the meaning of what life has to hold. He hangs in the ruins of man's skyscraper jungle. He can't see where he goes But somehow he and everyone knows. If we were to follow him He'd simply lead us to a mirror image of society, A cold world where our futures are bleak, And we follow him 'cause our minds are meak. We don't try and question why. We don't even attempt to try. We work in an early grave Where the devil can't save us from the rage. We don't understand the word "original". We slap them on people who march to the beat of their own drummer When we are just mindless sheep. Even those who are different don't understand. We all copy someone, Whether we mean to or not. So stop before you ridicule someone else, And think about the "man" whose footsteps you walk in. |