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softer sounds
The sheep - tonight they weep Fear - for the feeding Gasp - clutched in groups No they don't  No they don't hope The sheep - tonight they weep Fear - for the feeding Gasp - clutched in groups  No they don't No they don't hope  These poor sheep tonight they weep Begging for death but they settle for sleep Sound of grinding metals always looming near by Their bodies are caged and now so are their minds  Ooh, these trembling things These poor sheep can't lay their heads down (no dreams of softer sounds)  Blood is in the mud Trampled by hooves That constantly shake And nervously move  No hope or ambition They stay with the group These filthy fucking animals They're just like you  Animals We're animals Animals We're animals Animals We're animals  And in the twilight swoon Under an empty moon The creatures stop their shake And plan a quick escape  They're dancing on barbwire Fraught with curdled screams Messy skins and messy fluids Paved a road to golden dreams  They move in a frenzy Across their mothers' backs Out into the open They don't look back  Sounds. It rots their minds - Leaves them blind Sounds. It rots their brains - Drives them insane No dreaming of softer sounds!