Chevelle. Sleep Walking Elite. Zeneszám

Rushed then told
They're bred to continue
Be at their marks
But some withhold
And won't be held under the spell

Bribes when tried
They focused on the burning of a man
'Til now, got left
Inside the underbelly's choke

Well, you assumed
At least they'll call us
Men again, for all shadows
That keep on crawling
Out from under cloaks

Behold rest assured
The sleep walking elite
When their days
Are numbered like the shallow

When they sit
On their knees
On their knees
On their knees

As they sit
On their knees
On their knees
On their knees

Well, you assumed
At least they'll call us
Men again, for all shadows
That keep on crawling
Out from under cloaks
Cloaks

Well, you assumed
At least they'll call us
Men again, for all shadows
That keep on crawling
Out from under

Well, you assumed
At least they'll call us
Men again, for all shadows
That keep on crawling
Out from under