Tears for the Sheep

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[Verse 1: Slug]
A city of fools
I want to bash whoever's responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion
The sucker's been seduced down to the stick
And the peasants fill their bellies with the poisons you omit
I've come to separate the heads and shoulders
Of these tracin' paper soldiers
That have been designated to take it over
I'ma roll a couple of boulders off the cliff
On the road below (look out below)
'Cause I don't know what I'ma hit (yeah)
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days
Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays
The assassin covered in plain clothes
Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows
And then came the storm (and then came the storm)
Bewildered those that didn't contemplate
Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm)
And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was accessed
The casualities were counted as they looked upon the mess
As they focused their eyes on the horizon, who'da guessed?
All that stood on top the hill was number seven silhouette

[Chorus: Slug]
(And with this) head splitting tears, cement breaking
Weeping for these people walking in their sleep
(these people walking in their sleep)
My talk is not as cheap
And my thoughts are not as deep
As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep
Head splitting tears, cement breaking
Weeping for these people walking in their sleep
(these people walking in their sleep)
My talk is not as cheap
And my thoughts are not as deep
As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep

[Verse 2: Slug]
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
Well I beg a thousand pardons for each word I've used for personal games
But the letters that float through my head, that mold my sentences
Could never be contained by your simple picture frames
For every intoxicated moment, I hate life
I strive to balance my aura by dancing with the light
And sometimes it's difficult to stay quiet
I fight it, each time I find myself walking across your eyelids
Wishin' the malnutrition, the imagination of yours
Could see the truth you breathe through each one of your pores
And now the days are drastic, the nights last forever
want to tear this motherfucker up and put it back together
I'd like to ask the cats that act like they might hear
If you spent the energy I've spit, tryin' to count the tears
One of these days you're gonna climb the tallest building of all
Give a warning to those below and let the tears fall

[Chorus: Slug]
(And with the) head splitting tears, cement breaking
Leaping for these people walking in their sleep
(these people walking in their sleep)
My talk is not as cheap
And my thoughts are not as deep
As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheet
head splitting tears, cement breaking
Leaping for these people walking in their sleep
(these people walking in their sleep)
My talk is not as cheap
And my thoughts are not as deep
As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheet

[Brief Singing: Some Female] (2X)
Nobody sees 'cept my mirror on the wall

[Verse 3: Slug]
The damage...overseen by anyone that comprehends
The anguish...felt only by the ones that confessed
The language...was primitive, the listener complex
And everybody was trying to define success
All the self-proclaimed prophets dressed up to look like poets
Pretendin' to be martyrs that they're not
You can learn all their names
And engrain them on your brains
Memories so you can spout them off the top (spout them off the top)
Yo kill 'em all, and let God give 'em haircuts
The flood has begun, and no one has been paired up
So I'ma take a second and beckon the downfall
Of your so called civilized nation
(Yo yo yo yo yo) stop the sound now!
(Cough)

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