Wake up sheeple!
Was her daily cry
you're being used
And you don't even know how
We bleed ourselves out
For another's blood wars
Then when all's gone
Our cries seem lost
The big sin isn't ignorance
It's willful compulsion
For we've allowed ourselves to be used
If it brings a little Satisfaction
Choosing being right over doing right
Eventually we lose sight
That we're nothing but pawns
Fighting anothers cause