Stampede Songtext
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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 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
Me fellows, my brothers
Through the illusion of war
Bleeding the soil that we were fighting for
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