Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
When the time is come to one to one
You're ready to disappear so far from here
To have any account to give them, oh no
You feel better to take your heels and let them go to hell
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
You don't care about the consequences
At least at the beginning, as always, it's always the same
You're not trying to excuse all your offenses
You are the sum of your irreverent damage
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
You never look behind you, the streak of dirt you carry around
People are just people, none of them really matter to you
Your actions are empty of meaning, your choirs are empty of sounds
Actually, your heart is bleeding
So, what do you really think about you(rself)?
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
Your feelings are slaves, you feel so blind
The way you behave, it's so your type
It's so your type
It's so your type