There's the field: where's my sheep?I'm a restless lady in waiting belittled Bo Peep
There's a figure out on the cliff- didn't think it would be like this. There's my flock getting sheared by him, the lambs are bleating warnings..
Carry bags where eyes weep, been kept up by something scary but i need sleep.
Back at the cliff it's getting worse, his hand's are red and smell like the earth, the big ones are getting their skulls bashed in- said i could've sworn he was a shepherd
He says his job is done and he wants his tip, didn't think it would be like this, his hands are red and smell like murder- said I didn't know you were the butcher
Be not afraid for death will surely come. It's a winding road to nowhere, it's a blinding road to nowhere, it's a winding road to nowhere... or to somewhere.
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