Daze me make me numb a doctrine becomes an ideal I hang onto every word you mouth no doubt, no doubt I'm 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 I'm stampeding with the crowd it makes me dull in a way
I will follow Burn down what I've been before I will follow you
Me fellows, my brothers Through the illusion of war Bleeding the soil that we were fighting for Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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