We're tired of sitting in silence and suffering
Tired of being a cog in a wheel
Constantly turning without an end
We've become the martyr
And sentenced ourselves
I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I feel trapped in this hell
Plagued by disease
We're all slaves to their system
Designed to make us need
While they still get richer
To them we're like sheep that still herd to the dollar
They sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
They hide in Ivory towers that cut through the sky
Wearing silk suits and ties that they'll hang from in time
Done being pawns for this game we call life
Tossed to the side If we don't meet design
The riots ignited, rejoice as the empires fall
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
While they step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
They step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasted Away - THE SHEPHERD'S DECEPTION Lyrics
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We're tired of sitting in silence and suffering
Tired of being a cog in a wheel
Constantly turning without an end
We've become the martyr
And sentenced ourselves
I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I feel trapped in this hell
Plagued by disease
We're all slaves to their system
Designed to make us need
While they still get richer
To them we're like sheep that still herd to the dollar
They sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
They hide in Ivory towers that cut through the sky
Wearing silk suits and ties that they'll hang from in time
Done being pawns for this game we call life
Tossed to the side If we don't meet design
The riots ignited, rejoice as the empires fall
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
While they step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
They step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Tired of being a cog in a wheel
Constantly turning without an end
We've become the martyr
And sentenced ourselves
I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I feel trapped in this hell
Plagued by disease
We're all slaves to their system
Designed to make us need
While they still get richer
To them we're like sheep that still herd to the dollar
They sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
They hide in Ivory towers that cut through the sky
Wearing silk suits and ties that they'll hang from in time
Done being pawns for this game we call life
Tossed to the side If we don't meet design
The riots ignited, rejoice as the empires fall
Sharpen their shears and prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb like their mother and father
Lining their pockets, the shepherds all sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
While they step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Wasting our f*cking life away
They step on the backs that got them paid
Bounded by the corporate chain
Losing all humanity
They sharpen their shears prepare for the slaughter
Brainwash the lamb, like mother and father
Lining their pockets, shepherds will sing
While we're dying from trying to fix everything
Writer: Dakota Williams
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