the sheep----- tonight they weep

FEAR -----for the feeding

GASP------clutched in groups

no they dont

no they dont hope



these poor sheep tonight they weep

begging for death but they settle for sleep

sound of grinding metals always looming near by

their bodies are caged and now so are their minds

ooh.  these trembling thingsssssssss

these poor sheep cant 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

these filthy fucking animals

theyre just like you



animals

were animals

animals

were animals

animals

were animals



and in the twilight swoon

under an empty moon

the creatures stop their shake

and plan a quick escape



theyre 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 dont look back



SOUNDS.  it rots their minds- leaves them blind

SOUNDS.  it rots their brains- drives them insane

NO DREAMING OF SOFTER SOUNDS!!!