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Sheep to the shear

A harvest of fear

In our darkest hours

this machine still turns it’s gears

What did you think you’d find?

This grinder, grim reminder.

All the pain of these final years

Aye of these final years

Left to find it, dignify it, sanctify it

They’re nothing but witches come to steal your soul

leaving you bottomless filling an endless hole

They’re nothing but vampires, bleeding out me and you

You’re nothing but nothing

If nothing is all you’ll do

Sheep to the Shears

They’re nothing but witches come to steal your soul

leaving you bottomless filling an endless hole

They’re nothing but vampires, bleeding out me and you

You’re nothing but nothing

If nothing is all you’ll do

Sheep to the Shear

One day the butchers blade takes your life instead of wool

No more do you produce no more your coat so lush and full

no more your yearly yield and so the blade will fall

And what will you remember when the butcher comes to call?

Sheep to the Shear

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