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The sheep----- tonight they weep |
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Fear -----for the feeding |
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Gasp------clutched in groups |
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No they dont |
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No they dont hope |
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These poor sheep tonight they weep |
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Begging for death but they settle for sleep |
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Sound of grinding metals always looming near by |
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Their bodies are caged and now so are their minds |
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Ooh. These trembling thingsssssssss |
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These poor sheep cant lay their heads down....... |
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(no dreams of softer sounds) |
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Blood is in the mud |
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Trampled by hooves |
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That constantly shake |
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And nervously move |
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No hope or ambition |
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They stay with the group |
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These filthy fucking animals |
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Theyre just like you |
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Animals |
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Were animals |
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Animals |
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Were animals |
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Animals |
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Were animals |
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And in the twilight swoon |
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Under an empty moon |
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The creatures stop their shake |
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And plan a quick escape |
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Theyre dancing on barbwire |
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Fraught with curdled screams |
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Messy skins and messy fluids |
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Pave a road to golden dreams |
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They move in a frenzy |
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Across their mothers backs |
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Out into the open |
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They dont look back |
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Sounds. It rots their minds- leaves them blind |
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Sounds. It rots their brains- drives them insane |
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No dreaming of softer sounds!!! |
