What is this bleating of sheep in my ears?
My eyes cannot see the things my mind hears
The planet is spinning inside my head
If tired kills, then I’m already dead
Oh I know its dark, but I’m looking for the spark
To ignite the hope
Sighted men refuse to see
I’m not lost in looking for perfection
Just waiting for my resurrection
What is this silence that everyone hears?
Why is nothing ever as it appears ~
When a pounding heart is engulfed in fears?
Who put the perfect Lamb to the shears?
So many miles to the “Land of Dreams”
Things will never be as once before
So once again I’m counting sheep
Being led to the slaughter
Thirsty souls need eternal Water
What must I do to purchase sleep?
This elusive commodity is hard to keep
What price must I pay if go without ~
Robbed of peace yet filled with doubt?
Oh I know I wonder, but I’m looking for the thunder
To ignite my soul
Sighted men refuse to see
The fabric of society is fleeced threadbare
Not a stitch in time can repair.
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