Thredge - Counting Sheep Lyrics

Eyes wide awake
Face stainless steel
The smell of meat
And how cold they feel
How did innocence
Wind up in here
No sun to see
All noise and fear
Raised in a cage
My little lamb
Stripped of mother's love
I'll close your eyes
Nothing dies of age
Dream of the meadows
But at the bite of the glove
When the horn blows
Anoint the firstborn
Lead them to your pasture
And the herd will follow
Profit is a fetish
If the product submits
Tolerating torture
So that margins will hit
Preying on the branded ones with no home to run
Now count out the sheep as we aim the cattle gun
Let them run wild
Let them rest still
Let them roam fields
Let life be real
They have no words
But shrieks of pain
We know it's hell
But nothing's changed
Queued up for slaughter
The assembly lines
Bled white into tub
For pennies and dimes
Writhing from the wire
Dead nursery rhymes
With hooks in their stubs
When the horn blows
Anoint the firstborn
Lead them to your pasture
In the shepherd's shadow
Profit is a fetish
If the product submits
Tolerating torture
So that margins will hit
Preying on the branded ones with no home to run
Now count out the sheep as we aim the cattle gun
Mocked by starved flies
As the angels cry
Crimson rivers flow
At the rooster's morning crow
When the horn blows
Anoint the firstborn
Lead them to your pasture
In the shepherd's shadow
Profit is a fetish
If the product submits
Tolerating torture
So that margins will hit
Preying on the branded ones with no home to run
Now count out the sheep as we shoot the f*cking gun