Paroles de Follower

Let's get lost and sell our souls for gold.We rebel, not knowing what we're told.I'm a man who strives to be unknown.I just want to leave and go back home.Lose it all as I walk away, though wishing I could change the day.Don't be a follower, don't follow her.Where she goes, know one knows.You should slow down, you could find yourself.I lost track and thought I knew the way.But I strayed further and further every day.Take the risk and walk the plank.Are you afraid, afraid of change.