Independent Sheep The Line Lyrics

The Line Lyrics

As I walk down the line 

I look to my left and I see 

The Lady of
Mists rising out of the water. 

She has started the Dance of Rain 

With a white cloud billowing around her towards the sky. 

The water
comes up with a rise of her hand 

The waves crash in an obedient blue
surge. 

Foam fizzes as it collects on her feet 

A pure white
unaffected by the son. 

Her sapphire hair flows down her back 

As a
waterfall cascading to the ground. 

Shes beckoning all that wish to come


Her eyes inviting those who see 

Or wish to see. 

In one
hand she holds the Truth 

In the other the Lies of Generations. 

From her beauty radiates in an unearthly blue glow 

The smell is sweet
and deceptive. 

Choose wisely which hand you pick, I was told 

For
truth is often sought but can it be found? 

Still she beckons, but I have
made up my mind. 

I look ahead and continue to walk the line. 



As I continue, I look to my right. 

Rome rises up out of the darkness


The leaders are shadows without a voice 

Their mouths open and
spew wordless hate. 

They are transparent, stacked on each other 

As they look forward at the wall. 

Made of dust, it flies upward 

Their grand accomplishments flash before their faces. 

Not so
grandiose now that they have crumbled 

As all temporary things do. 

Indistinguishable, it is impossible to tell 

One from the other, or
whose they are. 

Books and ruins are all that remain 

Of the
powerful regime that once was feared. 

Suddenly it begins to transform
before me 

Familiar images flood my eyes. 

Garish colors inhabit my
thoughts 

Corrupt feelings invade my heart. 

Roaring monsters made
of steel 

Rumble by paper monstrosities erected on the side. 

Flashing pictures ove