Killing Sheep

We're sleepwalking
Too much words
Conversations you can keep

What was whispered
Small words with worry
Thirteen hours, killing sheep

As we carry on
Beneath the banner
Of opportunity will close
All manner of

Can’t shut down
Ain't got there yet
Each injury is a bust

Still [?]
Just this one story
In which you thought it's me not to trust

Just to carry on
Your stunted growth
I’ll try and polish all the pain

And burn the battleground
Two bad seeds growing
You're finally feeling like a soul thing

A whisper you've made yourself so suffer
Nobody wants to hear
At least you can call yourself your wrong

If ever I've been around the circle
The heart that you don't hold dear
I know that the center of you is broke