Follow, follow, let me take the lead.
Pay no attention to the way we go,
It's information that you don't need.
Talk on your cell, earplug your MP3.
Do all the things that you always do,
Just keep blindly following me.
When we've gone too far to ever turn back,
You'll continue following my lead.
I'll promise the moon... you won't see the lack,
You're gluttons for the emptiness of greed.
Just get back in line and follow my track,
Keep following, keep following my lead.
No ears for complaints! You made your choice!
Too little, too late, now face your fate.
Why did you not speak sooner? You had a voice.
Yet followed me blindly right through Hell's Gate.
No crying aloud. Are your eyes getting moist?
You future is bleak 'cause you took the lead too late.
So I lied to you, What are you going to do?
You are a follower, weakling...baffoon.
So I made promises, not one word of 'em true.
But, If I tell you to dance you say, "What tune?"
Still in a daze 'cause you haven't a clue,
That so long as you follow...someone will lead you.
