Followers - Pirlo & Akapellah

You lived a dark life 'til someone shone a light Revealed how far it goes so everybody knows You had a good chance but didn't say much Left it too late now to apologize Time has caught you out with memories to burn down An empty sympathy, your followers know it now Deep down dig, deep down, dig Deep down, digging deep deep down, dig Deep down dig, deep down, dig Your followers know it now Your followers know it now Your followers know it now Deep down dig, deep down dig Deep down digging deep deep down dig Deep down dig, deep down dig Your followers know it now Your followers know it now Time has caught you out with memories to burn down An empty sympathy, your followers know it now Deep down, dig, deep down, dig Deep down, digging deep deep down, dig Deep down dig, deep down dig Your followers know it now Your followers know it now Your followers know it now

It's a bang, bang, bang It's a beat, beat, beat Or a ting, ting, ting of We're all followers There's a jam, jam, jam And a flash, flash dance There's a boom, boom, boom We're all followers It's a bang, bang, bang It's a beat, beat, beat Or a ting, ting, ting of We're all followers There's a jam, jam, jam And a flash, flash dance There's a boom, boom, boom We're all followers of the beat It's a bang, bang, bang It's a beat, beat, beat Or a ting, ting, ting of We're all followers There's a jam, jam, jam And a flash, flash dance There's a boom, boom, boom We're all followers of the beat It's a bang, bang, bang It's a beat, beat, beat Or a ting, ting, ting of We're all followers There's a jam, jam, jam And a flash, flash dance There's a boom, boom, boom We're all followers of the beat Bang, bang bang, We're all followers of the beat It's a bang, bang, bang It's a beat, beat, beat Or a ting, ting, ting of We're all followers of the beat There's a jam, jam, jam And a flash, flash dance There's a boom, boom, boom We're all followers of the beat It's a bang, bang, bang it's a bass drum It's a beat, beat, beat of a heart Or a ting, ting, ting of a tin can Is it dancing or is it art? There's a jam, jam, jam in the jungle And a flash, flash dance in the street There's a boom, boom, boom in a bedroom We're all followers of the beat We're all followers Followers Followers Followers of the beat Followers Followers Followers Followers of the beat

Never would I be the one to throw a stone in a glass house But the walls are stone and the roof is made of steel We are not free, there's no landscape to behold We will die in this prison while pretend that we don't toil We see images of a life and we pretend that we were there And let it feed us with the lies we all shared On our walls, our pages, for the things are really real We disconnect from one another and we hide from what we feel Those who own don't want us to have a leader Their followers will lead us We wouldn't recognize a leader if we see one We are all fed a view of life and punished if we don't like And they'll stand, raising their hands Promising to lead us, but you know that they never can They are powerless puppets, hanging by a string If they want they'll cut the chord But you know they never will When they tell you not to worry That's when you should run like hell When they tell you they are sorry Look for a knife in you back While most escape to that dark space And pretend that this prison is a nice place That we're walking among flowers, yet our feet meet only stone There's so few of us that can feel the cold So we all run the course and hope, that in the end we'll get a prize But the course is endless, no goals, and there's no eyes To see us as we run faster towards the day we die We all feed the machine with our souls and our lifes Those who own your loans don't want a leader They want to continue to cheat us That's why there are little puppets there to feed us These lies and this speeches created by those of a single mind Where greed and an illusion of the power comes alive So remember, the followers lead the rest of us deceived So choose your place in history Another body amongst a billion who died chained to a lie Or will you break free your will and your mind? When they tell you to not worry That's when you should run like hell When they tell you they are sorry Look for a knife in you back Look for a knife in you back