Lyrics Lamb - Ira

Lamb

I’m not sure if it’s me
When I talk to you I talk to myself
I hurt you with my words
Put the finger in your flesh
You bleed like a slaughtered lamb
Your pretty dream is long gone
You speak through me like a voice
And I’m yours
I’m your lamb
We are the same and you are in me
Half blind half happy sweet slavery
For you I would hurt myself
Change myself
I’m your slave
I’m a little lamb
I don’t care who you are
I don’t have a story to tell
I only use the word lamb to describe
It’s just a phrase
Don’t blame me
Think for yourself
Listen to yourself
Listen to yourself
Listen to me