I don't draw a crowd
I have been found out
for being the boring, untalented, jealous person I am
To add to this, they call me egotistical, they call me bitter
when the same could be said about them and the idols they worship
Why can't they see
they're being sheep
led to the slaughter of their souls
by the very people they adore?
Oh dear, sheeple
wake up like the people you deplore
It ain't my fault you're blind
It ain't my fault you're still asleep
I've tried to wake you
and in return, you attack me
Eager to return to your slumbering
You dare to project onto me
all the things you're unwilling to see
about your sorry self and the stars who hoard your wealth
Why can't you see
You're being sheep
Led to the slaughter of your souls
by the very people you defend, protect and adore?
Oh, dear sheeple
Wake up to the dark truths about the people we deplore
and what they do to kids
and what they've done to us
to keep us enslaved
and keep us from love