8.Shepherd No Sheep
forgive me children for i have sinned
i never asked you first
the way in which i wrote this song,
the pen which scribed the verse
i never stopped to think of you
each chord change, each refrain
was done so with you not in mind
the farthest from my brain
already gone and such a waste
will you please put me in my place？
it's not enough to just say the things you do
and i hate music because of you
being the conisourre you are, with all you listen to
you know exactly what we've done wrong and what we need to do
come to you before each note is ever written down
find out exactly what you want before we make a sound
already gone and such a waste
will you please put me in my place？
it's not enough to just say the things you do
and i hate music because of you
but i, in my arrogance
have gone my separate way
music is dead and so are we, and soon will come the day
when every single stupid song and everything online
will turn to dust, the moth, the rust, decay and wasted time
if i am honest, there's part of me that hopes it makes you sick
i hope you cannot stand to hear it, or bear the thought of it
i hope that tomorrow you'll curse our name
you'll drill it in the dirt
i hope you'll not come back to us
i hope it always hurts
but at Your feet i admit defeat
my work is now in Your hands
if they want to hear stupid music so very bad
they can start themselves a band
already gone and such a waste
will you please put me in my place？
it's not enough to just say the things you do
and i hate music because of you
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