Counting sheep's never reach
Where shallow graves grow
So dammed hard to find serenity
Never fret why the dead don't fly
Now mature into obscurity
With the souls of the innocent
With the blood of another limb
By the sins of a guilty man
Dirty hands playing God again
Bible bruised black and blue
Conscience now constantly runs
Counting sheep's never reach
So dammed hard to find serenity
Never fret why the dead don't fly
Now mature into obscurity
With the souls of the innocent
With the blood of another lamb
By the sins of a guilty man
Dirty hands playing God again
Come why keep killing time?
Cutting like knives, you're cutting like knives
Wake up, wake up, wake up dead fly
Wake up, wake up, wake up dead fly
Wake up, wake up, wake up dead fly
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up dead fly
Wake up, wake up, wake up dead fly
With the souls of the innocent
With the blood of another lamb
By the sins of a guilty man
Dirty hands playing God again
Come why keep killing time?
Cutting like knives, you're cutting like knives