Lyrics Brain Storm - Follow My Lead

Brain Storm

Such a perfect mess
I miss my innocence
In all the places that I’ve passed through
It’s always been the same
Fall into place, don’t drop the pace
This life’s a game
A game that I refuse to play
No I’ll go my own way!
This monetary system
Under the weight of hate
Is nothing but money made from
Dealing death and causing pain
The body count is rising
And all the while we clap our hands
For lifeless husks inhabiting screens
Before we go to bed
So take this life and show me
What it means to be alive
I’m sick of seeing people selling their souls
For a life of nine to five
Your potential’s burning
Just don’t let it leave your eyes
Motherfuckers’ll tell you let it die
Don’t fucking compromise!
You’ve got a lot to give
If you see the hatred
You can make a difference
This war won’t be won
With bullets and guns
It’s gotta be love, It’s gotta be love
But how can we forgive this
When our heads have been the victims
I’m not at home in my own head
I fall asleep with the nameless dead
Oh I’m not at home in my own head
But I want to make a difference
Dissilusioned, and lost in thought
I know it’s easy to get stuck in a rut
And, I, Know how it feels to be alone, It’s in the darkness that it grows
It’s so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died
I want to feel, something real, but all the voices in my head
Are telling me, It’s out of my control and we’re as good as
Hopeless, I feel so hopeless
Seeeing that the odds are stacked against us, Change is met with too much
resistance
Hopeless, I feel so Hopeless
So many stand in the way of progress, How could we ever hope to stop this?
Hopeless, I feel so hopeless
Eugh, Eugh
Hopeless I feel so hopeless
Brea-thing, in, ash
Brea-thing, in, ash
Brea-thing, in, ash
Brea-thing, in, aaaasssshhhhh
In all the places that I’ve passed through
It’s always been the same
Fall into place, don’t drop the pace
This life’s a game
A game that I refuse to play
No I’ll go my own way!
Dissilusioned, and lost in thought
I know it’s easy to get stuck in a rut
And, I, Know how it feels to be alone, It’s in the darkness that it grows
It’s so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died
You’ve got a lot to give
If you see the hatred
You can make a difference
This war won’t be won
With bullets and guns
It’s gotta be love, It’s gotta be love
This monetary system
Under the weight of hate
Is nothing but money made from
Dealing death and causing pain
The body count is rising
And all the while we clap our hands
For lifeless husks inhabiting screens
Before we go to bed
So take this life and show me
What it means to be alive
I’m sick of seeing people selling their souls
For a life of nine to five
Your potential’s burning
Just don’t let it leave your eyes
Motherfuckers’ll tell you let it die
Don’t fucking compromise!
But how can we forgive this
When our heads have been the victims
We have to find a way past this
Or this world will never last our staayyy
I see the failures of
A system lacking love
While on it’s knees to god
We need to save our selves