Jacob Biehl - Sheep

In the bottom of a closet, tossed aside,
Just another shell who laughs and cries.
I'm staring through a mask,
Hard and cold and standing alone.
I've tried to bleed but there is no blood to be found!
I said my last goodbyes but not yet can I die.
My light has slowly faded, but still they can't be sated.

I'm surrounded by sheep, I just can't sleep.
They fatten themselves on lies, but they always have an alibi.
If only I were more cruel, they would be my tools.
But I'm no so heartless as their mindless self indulgence.

I construct what they cannot comprehend,
So sheep tear it down