PLM TRS - SHEEP lyrics

[Verse 1: PLM TRS] Black sheep, f**in herded to the slaughter. Put my co*k all in your daughter, I can't even think much farther. So forget me playing father. I'm a heretic, a martyr, So my life will be much harder, For this path that I chose. I know no fear, I know no bounds. I see more just like me all around. I know it's eating you inside like these here hounds. I see you bleed, I see you cry. I watch it all with static in my eyes. I'm not around. Bah-Bah Black sheep, Have you any soul? No sir, No sir. I'm so cold. None for my master, and none for my dame. And none for the little boy that lived right down the lane. Now he's so gone. Buried him so deep. And now I take the form of his dark memories. And now I can't find sleep, And now I'm so empty... Aye. Black Sheep, Black Sheep. Have you any soul? No, S.I.R. No, S.I.R. I'm so cold. I'm so cold... I'm so cold... [Bridge: PLM TRS] The black of sin. A representation of greed, wealth, disparity, deceit. It is in one's blood to indulge these aspects. This is what created the adversary. Made him so contrary. So out of the ordinary. In a land where they all believe truth lies in conformity, He's extraordinary. [Verse 2: Grafixxz] The light shines through closed eyes and sh** as heavens calling. It ain't the Wolf talking. But we know the Wolf walking. Yeah, the Wolf stalking, Seeking a vengeance. Abiding to former contingence. The Wolf told me, 'Take this flower from my hand and you will commit greatness.' The flower oozed of blood and the Wolf sat and grinned. But I'm not no fool for the game, I knew the Wolf's tricks. So I took his f**in' flower and I threw it in the sticks. Don't ever play me for a b**h. Your cynical games could never work on a man like I. I am the sheep. The one who holds the power to critically lead and guide. [Verse 3: PLM TRS] Watch 'em all flock around. They know they're ready for slaughter. They find sanity in amusement, So my n***a, don't even bother. Those who step away are considered the runt of the litter. Yet they all walk around with their chest poking, Ignoring the bitter. The biting, bloody maw of an unfavorable fate. Those turn on their backs, Yet they know the favors way too late. And they all gotta question who'll be the goat for the scape.