Sheep
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Hopelessly passing the time in the grasslands of words
Only dimly aware of something uneasing the air
You've been knocked out
And then you know it's about
I've looked over the point and I've seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending a dangerous mind frame?
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
The webbed tattered corridor
Into the valley of fear
What's your mind?
Forced to come out of my mind
Now things aren't really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
I know this much true: I'm still alive
And it takes me down and down
To the depths of a stream of being
And the tide of waters drawing me
They meet eye to eye in the same glass jar
They meet in the Olympics of my face
And they take me to my own death
And they meet in the Olympics of my face
And they take me to my own death
And they meet in the Olympics of my face
And they take me to my own death
We have found it and found it dead with offspring
We have found it and found it dead with offspring
Wave over wave of the misty winter
Won't you put me out of purity into the green?
I am
I am the new
The new soul again