follow the leader

Follow the leader they always said
But if one day that leader is dead
Are we all to die to
Who lay with that blood
We call for loved ones
Times like these we say we are done
Like instruments on a game
We all turn the same
Fly away as long as you can
Once you are caught It'll never be the pain of the pan
You flee from loved one
But what if one day you finally cant
Follow leader even if she dead
Follow the leader in which he dreads