Illusions of individuality Somehow the black sheep Are thought to stand above the flock
Every man for himself To break out of the herd These mindless, droning lemmings Afraid of the absurd
Lone wolves, on our own Who blaze a path of sin Lone wolves in a pack Just sheep in wolves' skin
Stand out from the masses And think for yourselves for once Never mind the fact we all act the same Think in one accord and you can be like us
Lone wolves, on our own Who blaze a path of sin Lone wolves in a pack Just sheep in wolves' skin...
No man is an island A god unto himself Just slaves to other idols The sounds of funeral knells Paint to raise their demons To do the enemy's will So scream, "For we are many," As you rampage off the hill
Rise up from the tomb Leave death behind They who none can subdue Imprisoned in the swine "Every man for himself," But facing the same way Black sheep stand above the flock Together, a herd lead astrayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
