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Leaders without a cause
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Thrilly, softly, melancholy, where have all the dreamers gone.
gone back to sleep soundly stride the followers.
Like the followers without a leader, like the leaders without a cause.
Surely blindly eat your mind-scape, decaying minds lit without a light.
Surely burn their whiles away.
Like the followers without a leader, like the leaders without a cause.
Bring us back together god make two halves of this solar-scape.
Divided then unequally like the followers without a leader,
Like a leak without a wall.
Dare we find the leaders follow, blind me with your crazy eye.
Tied me up before the river, steam train here come pass me by.
Just like leaders without a heart of stone it burdens me unearthly.
Dare to see the hollowness.
Sure I've found my heaven here her cat scan proved inordinate,
ordinary emptiness I hope to find my way.
Blinded lest you stay with me for a little kiss of emptiness.
For the followers will find a leader.
And the leader will find a cause.