A Typical Cliche کے بول

Presented a thought,obeyed with no question of why this is The blind lead the blind into a state of comfort That we can make a difference That we can make a difference I look for my peers I look for something that has worth I look for my peers,received by cold stares Contempt for the questions I have unanswered for the people that have greeted me Fear of unacceptance had bred us into accepting Fear of unacceptance has bred us into accepting One thought repeated over and over Why must we continue? Eat what we are fed,buy what we are told,feel these things that will mean nothing