| 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 can’t 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!!! |