03 - Counting Sheep

Your chin rests permanently on your chest
Your downcast eyes convey distress
You're as well groomed a mess
As your act's well rehearsed
A tortured artist, no less

The voice of a generation
You're muffled and slurring your words
Spreading mistaken directions
Among lost and straying herds

It shouldn't take long before you kick
Your whole apocalyptic schtick
And out the window it goes
With your last year's persona
And your last season's shoes
A mile in them would be a step up for most

The voice of a generation
You're muffled and slurring your words
Spreading mistaken directions
Among lost and straying herds

They offer empathy
But you don't want it
The loyalty you get
Is wasted on you

Others' weakness of will is your strength in numbers

Written by:
Misha Kachkan

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