Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brain Storm, artist - Follow My Lead. Album song Spit, Kick, Revolt., in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
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 |