Death of the Sheep

Hypnotize

Manic depressive

Constantly guessing

Count backwards from ten

You won't get into my head

Like a forcefield, how do you feel

I can see your skin crawl

Like a forcefield, how you feel

When you torture me

Why do I insist on this

I think I need to get a break

Get Up get up get

Slip up slip up slip up

Tie me to bed with your malicious intent

Every time that you slept alone

Pretend your knees

Are as weak as your dreams

Come crawling back, come crawling back please

Come crawling back, come crawling back please

Why do I insist on this

I think I need to get a break

Get up get up get up

Slip up slip up slip up

Slip up

Watch your back