Lyrics Followers - Cold Night For Alligators

Followers

We could not be more open, to ideas and realism, 2x than we are right now
Let the reason be unsaid
We are only numbers, followers of the unknown, daunted digits.
Rise against,
let’s find home
Spectating, do we belong?
Your footsteps leave only hesitation and broken trust,
2x our life is a work of art, a work of art
Thoughts and fear, replace it
We are only numbers, followers of the unknown, daunted digits.
Rise against,
let’s find home
Stories from past times should have told us.
Not ashamed only curious,
curious why history keeps repeating itself.
Curious, why history keeps
repeating it’s fucking self
We are by ourselves;
we are on our own
Step down from the shelf
Whyyyyyy leave us restless?