Flock

Scream Even though it's a whisper I will judge you up and down Crave narcissistic endeavours So hollow that you'll fall right through I'll be your judge and jury A king before subject You will be charged with treason Absence of intellect No excuse for your action or age I will deem you wrong and deranged A recession of the mind Our future left behind No shepherd for this flock My dying breed hopelessly observing The feeble spawn of a grave decline The past is sighing while the future's falling Into uncertainty and great divide I won't despair before I see you through We are the shepherds and the herd is missing Stuck in the mirrors talking with themselves The blinding beacon at the edge of the world Making sure to silence you and the herd You think that you have lived and figured it out But you are miles away No excuse for my action or age I will deem me ripe for a change A progression of the mind A past I leave behind I'll be my judge and jury A king before object I will be charged with reason Presence of intellect My dying breed hopelessly observing The feeble spawn of a grave decline (grave decline) The past is sighing while the future's falling Into uncertainty and great divide I won't despair before I see you through We are the shepherds and the herd is missing Stuck in the mirrors talking with themselves