Infected
We're infected by the plague of man
We're infected by the master plan
Man's been wandering 'round, wandering 'round, wandering 'round
We leave our footprints in the sand
We've been turning them down, turning them down, turning them down
On the way to the promised land
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
We're infected and the dogs I've had
We're infected as the snake-eyes land
They've been playing us down, playing us down, playing us down
But we're making a sound, making a sound, making a sound
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
We're infected by the chain of command
We're infected as we take our stand
They've been looking around, looking around, looking around
We leave our footprints in the sand
We'll keep our feet on the ground, feet on the ground, feet on the ground
On the way to the promised land
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
We're infected by the master plan
Man's been wandering 'round, wandering 'round, wandering 'round
We leave our footprints in the sand
We've been turning them down, turning them down, turning them down
On the way to the promised land
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
We're infected and the dogs I've had
We're infected as the snake-eyes land
They've been playing us down, playing us down, playing us down
But we're making a sound, making a sound, making a sound
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
We're infected by the chain of command
We're infected as we take our stand
They've been looking around, looking around, looking around
We leave our footprints in the sand
We'll keep our feet on the ground, feet on the ground, feet on the ground
On the way to the promised land
I'll weave into your thoughts that you'll never know
I'll creep inside your mind
If you find there's no set path to follow
You'll be mine all night
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Chester Bond, Grace Margaret Bond
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