Followers

Don't bend yourself
 Don't try to fit the crowd
 Start trying to stand out
 Don't satisfy their judging faces
 One day, you will see the consequences
 Of your silence
 Echoing through empty veins
 Behold
 You'll go
 You'll stay
 You'll always say yes
 Your arms in the air
 Waiting to be less supportive
 Blood in your hair
 Questioning the way of reason
 Guns in the air
 Clear the way for your arrival
 Eyes of despair
 You reckon they won't fall
 No doubt
 Echoes in your head
 They are the living dead
 Just hypocrites and
 Blind following idiots
 Break
 Their meaningless charade
 Their pretty shiny things
 That's everything they hold so dear
 They fall
 So deep
 Without
 Their plastic values
 Your arms in the air
 You know you are not important
 Blood in your hair
 Questioning the way of reason
 Guns in the air
 Clear the way for your arrival
 Eyes of despair
 You reckon they won't fall
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 Break their pride together
 You fail but tried to make a final stand
 Your arms in the air
 Waiting to be less supportive
 Blood in your hair
 Questioning the way of reason
 Guns in the air
 Clear the way for your arrival
 Eyes of despair
 You reckon they won't fall
 Break their pride
 Break their pride
 Break their pride
 Break their pride