The sheep, tonight they weep
Fear for the feeding
Gasp, clutched in groups
No they don't, no, they don't hope
Sheep, tonight they weep
Fear for the feeding
Gasp, clutched in groups
No they don't, no, they don't hope
Poor sheep, tonight they weep
Begging for death but they settle for sleep
Sound of grinding metals always looming nearby
Bodies are caged now so are their minds
Ooh, these trembling things
These poor sheep can't lay their heads down
No dreams of softer sounds
Blood is in the mud
Trampled by hooves
That constantly shake
And nervously move
No hope or ambition
They stay with the group
Filthy fucking animals
They're just like you
Animals
We're animals
Animals
We're animals
Animals
We're animals
Animals
We're animals
And in the twilight swoon
Under an empty moon
The creatures stop their shake
And plan a quick escape
They're dancing on barbwire
Fraught with curdled screams
Messy skins and messy fluids
Pave a road to golden dreams
They move in a frenzy
Across their mothers backs
Out into the open
They don't look back
Sounds, it rots their minds, leaves them blind
No dreaming of softer sounds
It rots their brains, drives them insane
No dreaming of softer sounds
It rots their minds, leaves them blind
No dreaming of softer sounds
It rots their brains, drives them insane
No dreaming of softer sounds
No dreaming of softer sounds
No dreaming of softer sounds

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS