Horse The Band

The sheep ----- tonight they weep
FEAR ----- for the feeding
GASP ------ clutched in groups
No they don't
No they don't hope
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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 things
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
They're just like you
Animals
Were animals
Animals
Were animals