Toy People

Assembled on a line they force us all to walk
You can say you won't conform but in the end it's only talk
We're hearts upon strings they pull with tortuous hands
Just like some farmers cattle though all we're missing is a brand

We won't even ask for the freedom they promised they would give
'Cause we're hiding in the darkness of the the lies we tell to live
Deny all of what I told you so you'll have some kind of hope
But those of us with eyes will never truly cope