Loss of Thought

Mind if I ask if there's anything left When it comes to common sense With Band wagon outside you jump on for the ride Not caring if it's East or West Where you carry the tune of a marching buffoon A Lemming at the edge of the cliff No one's leading the charge, you just think that they are ...crowd control at its best As you continue to do what they tell you to More common but very little sense Where I used to laugh now I find it sad As no one seems to check the facts You can boo hoo and cry, chase butterflies In this fantasy world you live Cover your ears along with your eyes Could you cover your mouth instead But alas you're in the loop of monkey see monkey do Here's a little secret that can't be kept What you thought you once knew no longer rings true That has a lot to do with the lack of common sense