Look at all the happy people living in denial.
Each one thinking that they’re living out of rank and file.
Something made them different after all,
But when the icons sound they heed the call.

Everywhere that I go,
It seems that they’re all the same.
Sheep walking, in their sleep they’re talking.
I can’t hear a word they’re saying.
Hey, they’ve got to know their singularity is frayed.
Sheep walking, in their sleep they’re talking.
What makes me think I am not the same?

Mirrored images of them, oh, how they multiply,
TV’s beamed into their heads, a life that’s just a lie.
They think they’re discerning of it all,
But lead them to the edge they’re bound to fall.

Everywhere that I go
It seems that they’re all the same.
Sheep walking, in their sleep they’re talking
I can’t hear a word they’re saying
Hey, they’ve got to know their singularity is frayed
Sheep walking, in their sleep they’re talking
What makes me think I am not the--

They don’t know where they’re going.
They don’t know what they’re doing.
I know you’re asking who am I to keep putting them down
Then take the time to come and find me hiding in the underground

Hey, they’ve got to know their singularity is frayed
Sheep walking, in their sleep they’re talking
I can’t hear a word they’re saying.
Hey, they’ve got to know and tire of playing the game
Sheep walking in their sleep they’re talking
What makes me think I am not the
What makes me think I am not the
How do I know I am not the same?