Blind eyes
We are blind
We go wherever the man tells us
"Turn left here"
we do it
"Don't trip on the rock"
There are a few who don't listen to this and
still don't trip
but they spend their whole lives
looking for the rock
some don't turn when he says so
and wonder their whole lives
"What if?"
Do we realy have choice
We cast away those who
differ from the path
but in our hearts we strive for this
we call them monsters and rebels
but really what are they rebeling from?
you've never seen the man
you turn around to touch him
nothing
you can't find him
well
at least you can open your eyes now
he's still here
goodb-