Followers - Cold Night For Alligators

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?