Texty písní Death By Stereo

Death By Stereo

Following Is What You Do Best

You're going backwards into time

To find a future so divine

Outdated, overrated, complicated, so frustrated

Won't you open up your mind

Cause there's a way that you can find

An inner peace with out a war

His blind disgust that you adore

Your following blindly baby, your eating right outta their hands

As you swallow communion gladly, you extinguish intelligence right on command

This, this is my time where I can live and be free

This, this is my mind, I'm not a slave, your deity

I will resist complicity

Your following blindly baby, your eating right outta their hands

As you swallow communion gladly, you extinguish intelligence right on command

Point your finger at me, I am not righteous as thee

Point your finger at me, I am not one of your sheep

Point your finger at me, I'll never run blind for "HE"

Point your finger at me, I'll fucking clip that bitch off of your complacent hand

Your following blindly baby, your eating right outta their hands

As you swallow communion gladly, you extinguish intelligence right on command