The Herd

"the herd"

take me away from this messy place
where everything has become such a disgrace
the lies, the schemes, the evil things
that are willing to take what they can from me

with no morality, no remorse
they'll take for their own, no matter the cost
no matter the means, that meets the end
i see nothing but enemies, there are no friends

the age of distrust, as friends rust
crumble, and rot away becoming nothing but dust
we recycle our souls and it's growing old
who are we meant to be? i will never be told..

this is no short story, there's no happy ending
just chapters of heartbreak and delusions of grander
no hinting our purpose, no fighting our fate
but we do nothing to be sure that this life's great

so sit and stare whilst you just fade away
into the depressing reality of urban decay
raping young minds to disintegrate souls
one generation after another it will take its toll

wrapped in cotton wool with no room to grow
a world at fingertips with no reason to cope
the world's so small that there's nothing to hold
how can we let once strong minds go cold?

precautions, prevention, divine intervention
and too many theories than we could mention
of how it began and when it could end
but with every thought comes another trend

another reason to neglect
and become another sheep
that herds for a shepherd that doesn't exist
and considers this wasteland some kind of a gift