Follower

Time is just a concept That made us believe in our destiny But if the scriptures have ink to dry I'm not believing We can always try to go home But that doesn't mean the door will open It's all about how you follow people in this world But I won't follow We washed out green shores for leaders We carried the words of the wise 'Til the weight could hold our backs no longer We embrace the walls we created Grew to love them, even police them Don't tell us what we need to hear We know the answers will never be heard We sealed it all up, will broken bricks and crystal ashes Take hold of our senses one at a time It's all about how you follow people in this world You put your praise into a symbol Right before we lost it all Beliefs and torture sewn together Die sweet prince of the massacre For their solution, we bought into excuses Burned our rights Mass extinction Carry me home, as you predicted We lost ourselves in the grand scheme of all of it Chains and ankles, they march towards the surface I took a chance, now my mind is up for sale Business of life Not my belief This life I take To my mass grave We are what tears ourselves apart I'm indebted to the static voice that speaks to me I'm indebted to the having, wanting, needing --- Follower - Johnny Booth