| Foolers fool the sheep |
| The jesters on the screen |
| You are one of them |
| And so am I, my dear |
| And so am I, my dear |
| None will have your pain |
| But all will have your tears |
| Scared of diving far too deep |
| With deeper hunger, still wanting more |
| So we feed and get fed |
| And we follow, follow their lead |
| And we play this charade |
| And we breath though we’re dead |
| White, the teeth that spark |
| Our faces bright and clear |
| Read the lines beneath my eyes |
| To know what’s really real |
| To know what’s real |
| So we feed and get fed |
| And we follow, follow their lead |
| And we play this charade |
| And we breath |
| Though we know |
| What we know we know |
| Who will stay and take the blame |
| Make a stand and loose their name |
| Will they judge you all the same |
| (who's to say what’s insane?) |
| Will you stay and take the blame |
| Make a stand and choose your name |
| They will judge you all the same |
| (who's insane?) |
| Who will stay and take the blame |
| Make a stand and loose their name |
| Will they judge you all the same |
| (who's to say what’s insane?) |
| Will you stay and take the blame |
| Make a stand and choose your name |
| They will judge you all the same |
| So we feed and get fed |
| And we follow, follow their lead |
| And we play this charade |
| And we breath |
| Though we know what we know |