Songtexte Stampede - Burden

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