Born into a long, long line A link in the food chain Someone tells me my life is mine As long as I go with the grain 'To step out of line would not be fine We're sorry, you just don't belong here' -these are the first words Said to me by the herds When I started not to follow -and it seems so damn absurd The need not to be heard And live life in your patterns Proven hollow It's by nature I don't walk in time And by virtue I'm not one of the same It's by reason that I hold this point of view And by choice I won't play the game 'To stand in line would not be fine I'm not sorry I don't belong here' -these are the first words Said by me to the herds When I started not to follow -and it seems so damn absurd The need not to be heard And live life in your patterns Proven hollow Don't they see it's long past The time to leave behind Their resort to no thought -no movement - no mind