Counting Bodies Like Sheep

Don't fret precious I'm here

Step away from the window

Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child

I won't let the boogeyman come

Count the bodies like sheep

To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say

They don't care about you

Like I do

Safe from pain, and truth, and choice

And other poisoned devils

See, they don't give a fuck about you

Like I do

Just stay with me

Safe and ignorant

Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

To the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you
From your enemies and your demons
I'll be the one to protect you 
From a will to survive and a voice of reason

I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

To the rhythm of the war drums

Counting bodies like sheep

To the rhythm of the war drums

Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order


THINK!

"To conquer" doesn't equal "to have power over"

Some women should understand that conquering a man doesn't equal; having power over them. 


Enablers. Guarding their men like watchdogs, not letting go, ordering them around to lap at their feet. To kneel. Hawking them, leeching them but the men are none the wiser.


And for what? For love? For friendship? Because they are a parent? A relative?


It's not an excuse. It never is.


Sad. 


Get up off your knees, take a look around and see who and what they really are.

You don't know remember my name

I don't really care

Can we play the game your way?

Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life

I think it'd be nice

Just to lose control, just once

With all the pretty flowers in the dust

Mary had a lamb

His eyes black as coal

If we play very quiet, my lamb

Mary never has to know

If I cut you down to a thing I can use

I fear there will be nothing good left of you

- Evenescence