Daze me make me numb a doctrine becomes an ideal
I hang onto every word you mouth no doubt, no doubt
Im stampeding with the crowd it makes me dull in a way
Relieve me from my reason I am collateral to the collective
To your wisdom I am worthless no doubt, no doubt
Im stampeding with the crowd it makes me dull in a way
I will follow
Burn down what Ive been before
I will follow you
Me fellows, my brothers
Through the illusion of war
Bleeding the soil that we were fighting for
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
