I can't break this line

I can't seem to find

One at a time, we fall into line

To follow the signs, if only divine

Where everything rhymes and fits with our times



If you give me yours, then I'll think about mine

Innocent eyes, they bleed all the time

They bleed from the crimes of the media mind.

Sermons of white and visions delight

The numbers they might, but more would be right

The blind lead the blind

We choose to fall behind