Sheeps' Clothing
Say you will bar me from your heaven
Scold me like a child who knows better
Deny my right to explain anything
Send me to the corner
Sit me down in shame
Believe me it would be just as easy
If you only knew the magic words to bend me
Into the line of your point of veiw
It's too bad and it's not fair
That I'm caught in your crosshair
What did I do to earn this?
I bleed, but somehow I'm not human
Forgive me for my loathing
All I see are wolves in sheeps' clothing
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