Fools of the round table

They gather As in the old days Back when The chosen word was theirs Now it's another’s Word they follow And they follow Blindly The fools Keepers of knowledge But only sharing what they're told And fools Looking to the keepers Following blindly into their demise They gather As in the old days To hear The chosen word of the day To hear But not to listen Just follow and do as told The fools Keepers of knowledge But only sharing what they're told And fools Looking to the keepers Following blindly into their demise Change can’t be halted What is will die To meet the future Our ways must die The fools Keepers of knowledge But only sharing what they're told And fools Looking to the keepers Following blindly into their demise Fools The fools The fools The fools