Lambs

If you could see Or hear But you're comfortably rocked to Sleep in your cradle Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter Where the stream flows You will follow A false sense of belonging Is all you need Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter I will stand alone I rather fall as myself Than be a part of your flock I can't stand the hipocrisy Nor the neediness I know my own needs Won't be filled by you Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter Like sheep in their pen As lamb to the slaughter If you could see Or hear