ILLNESS OF THE CROWD Lyrics

Someone once said

Birds born in a cage

Think flying is an illness

And so far as it applies

To the likes of me and you

I've found this to be true

As the social condition of our time

Is conformity

Choosing to be different

You're forced to feel like you're odd

Out of place

Degenerate

Mad

Crazy

Ill

Unwell

Sick

Difficult

Disruptive

Obscene

Rebellious

Non conformists

Who need to be taught a swift lesson

And should be locked away

As outcasts

Until we learn the right way

And not to fly away on our own

But to follow

And keep in line

With those other ones

Who know not where they're heading

Or why

But submit to the will of strangers

Just because

That's the way they were told

The way it has always been

And they obey without thought

In fear of rocking the status quo

With question

Or query

Meanwhile

Glaring

And sneering

Frightful and frightened

Merely faces of the crowd

Jeering

Overbearing clowns

The collective mockery

Mocking you and I

The rebels they label misfits

Outside of our free minds

Perched on the wrong side of the fence

Where non conformity is a crime

An abomination to the blind

Following the blind

Punishable by ostracisation

We're the strange ones

Not permitted to fit in

For thinking outside the cage

Existing beyond

The accepted cultural norm

We're the ones in the wrong

And we've all been warned

If you choose to be different

You won't be the same as everyone else

But if we chose to be the same

Then we wouldn't be being our self

We'd instead just be abiding by the rules

Siding with all the other fools

Blindness

Easily led

And our perspective skewed

But there's strength in dumbness

Psychological manipulation

Brings the sheep out in numbers

Lambs

Lead and lead and lead and lead

Until they now no longer need help

It's no trouble to cage a flock of birds

When taught to happily cage themselves