the sheep----- tonight they weep   FEAR -----for the feeding   GASP------clutched in groups   no they dont   no they dont hope      X2      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   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