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