White Picket Fences

I picked you out amongst a flock of sheep
A field of unshaped minds left unattended, you were meant for me
I led you down, away from everything
I blur the line between all that you want and what you ought to be

I am the one who tore down all of your white picket fences
I am the one who called your name
Out in a crowd where every voice and face were all the same to me
I am the thought you can't erase

I dress you up and make you play the part
I give you just enough to keep you hungry, you were meant for me
I put you down and pick you up again
So tied to me, i know you'll stop and turn as you are trying to leave

I am the one who tore down all of your white picket fences
I am the one who called your name
Out in a crowd where every voice and face were all the same to me
I am the thought you can't erase

I am the one who tore down all of your white picket fences
I am the one who called your name
Out in a crowd where every voice and face were all the same to me
I am the thought you can't erase

I am the one who tore down all of your white picket fences
I am the one who called your name
Out in a crowd where every voice and face were all the same to me
I am the thought you can't erase