Sheep

Sheep
av Tim Lindmark

I had an idea
it left me soon
they all waltzed
after the man on the silver moon

they had an idea
that we would never die
that we were tomorrows only child
but there were no options

they wanted us
to obey or die
but there were no freedom
and no justice
only black and white

we were sheep
sheep
sheep
and they
were the
shepherds
the shepherds
from hell

She saw right through it
the painted silver moon
a mere façade
there were but hungry men at bay
stealing the silver
stealing our minds
smiling, inspiriting us with their lies

but she saw no options
she screamed at us
come and run and hide
she gave us our freedom
and justice
and colour to the eye

we were sheep
sheep
sheep
and they
were the
shepherds
the shepherds
from hell

we were sheep
sheep
sheep
they
were the
shepherds
from hell

as we try to forget
the glazed surface floors
the smiling faces
so hollow they were we’d find out

we’d shiver over it
now really smiling
laughing, over the subject of the herd
but still there’s pain
pain to be healed
justice to be made
and inflicting colour to the moon

we were sheep
sheep
sheep
and they
were the
shepherds
the shepherds
from hell

now
us sheep
sweep
their feet away

Tillbaka till:

Funderingar

2006
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