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10/09/06

faces merge twist and turn, through static electricity/
all the things we see/

people are disgusting/
in all the games they play,
to see how many sheep they’ll lay,
a twisted competition,
to leave behind only shame,
for shame those poor sheep hold the scares,
and empty tears,
which no one hears/
for them to lay in silent hell,
they just can’t shake that horrid smell,
feel the shepherds on them still/
pray the wolves will find them justice,
but the shepherds kill them before they get the chance.
And so the sheep becomes a wolf/

Morphing, twisting, turning, forming,
All the crimes of man
Catch them if you can
Still you have to stand
All in itself, with nothing else/
Run run run, they hold the gun,
It’s twisting, turning, forming in all the crimes of man,
Catch them if you can,
Still they only stand,
All in themselves/
All in themselves
No one else
All in themselves
With no one else
All in themselves
For they have no one else/

They need for stand all in themselves,
calling to those,
but form in the sin of man,
crimes to laugh again.
All in themselves,
For they have no one else.