Black Sheep

The calm, the wind , the cold winter in spring
Are all the people around me black sheep? 

Do I still speak to you in my, in my sleep?
And they allready know all of my tricks
Are you still living Inside my skin, off my skin
You feed on fear, make the world your slot machine

Cut out your little paper soldiers
for the cause while you hold hands with judas

Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep
Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep

I want to draw my wings on your back, when you weep
see they’ve allready crashed all of my bricks
Scar tissues tearing to the bone, in my thoughts
You step on life, make of greed your only queen

Cut out your little paper soldiers
for the cause while you hold hands with judas

Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep
Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep
Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep
Black sheep all around me are black sheep
And black sheep never sleep