Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rythm Of A War Drum (explicit Version)
Don't fret precious, I'm here.
Step away from the window, go back to sleep.
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils.
See, they don't give a fuck about you like I do.
Count the bodies like sheep.
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Go back to sleep
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons.
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices, son.
They're one in the same.
I must isolate you.
Isolate and save you from yourself.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.