Not Gonna Follow

Not gonna follow nobody
Yeah
Not gonna follow nobody
Yeah

Don’t walk behind me, cause I may mislead
If we’re struck and hung upon a wire
Really, nothing’s ever guaranteed
Gospels Matthew, Mark, and Luke's transpired
The stars, the reach
The ends, the means
The rough, the cut
The rinse-repeat
Forged you like a weapon, played the fool
Manufactured, crated, tightly sealed
It's a hazard with a rash supplier
Like a pipe bomb with its fuse to fire
Like a pipe bomb with its fuse to fire

Dry lands, flame fast
The stars, the reach
The ends, the means
The rough, the cut
The rinse-repeat
The pause, the layers
The sound, the deep
It won’t describe
An end, a feat

The naked light
A wash, a flow
A girl, a realm
I did not know