The Shepherd's Downfall (Somnia Inn Ch. 2)
Two types of pills in this mishap
The fixed knowledge they spit
Chug it down ya polluted hatch
The pills you swallow just to get on
Past, Like where the fuck is it at
Its nonexistent
Im back to dreamin again
Like okay kid I am the 8th sin
Manipulation
Starstruck stupid fuck ur idols
R all dead men
Like wake up psycho, heres your prescription
You need stop spreadin the truth
N start preachin religion
Well fuck you
Like whats a pawn to a rook
Well whats 5 0 to a crook
Whats a sheep to a shepherd at least the wolf cared to look
Im just a troll in a bridge trapped inside of a book
Like don't listen to him hes into delusions n such
Aw fuck
Im tryna tell you ur all encased in a simulation
N that's y the birds cry in the night
Cuz their caged up
Wings torn off
Just eyes n I see that no one fucking represents me bruh
When boy cries god its all garbage to us
Chicken little with torn lungs screamin
The sky has always betrayed us
Live livid
These corpses walking trapped in the system
Wool crimson
There's blood on your skin little children
Still missin
The fake happiness I was given
Seal it in a vault swallow the key
Till it's fake me that I'm shittin
The fixed knowledge they spit
Chug it down ya polluted hatch
The pills you swallow just to get on
Past, Like where the fuck is it at
Its nonexistent
Im back to dreamin again
Like okay kid I am the 8th sin
Manipulation
Starstruck stupid fuck ur idols
R all dead men
Like wake up psycho, heres your prescription
You need stop spreadin the truth
N start preachin religion
Well fuck you
Like whats a pawn to a rook
Well whats 5 0 to a crook
Whats a sheep to a shepherd at least the wolf cared to look
Im just a troll in a bridge trapped inside of a book
Like don't listen to him hes into delusions n such
Aw fuck
Im tryna tell you ur all encased in a simulation
N that's y the birds cry in the night
Cuz their caged up
Wings torn off
Just eyes n I see that no one fucking represents me bruh
When boy cries god its all garbage to us
Chicken little with torn lungs screamin
The sky has always betrayed us
Live livid
These corpses walking trapped in the system
Wool crimson
There's blood on your skin little children
Still missin
The fake happiness I was given
Seal it in a vault swallow the key
Till it's fake me that I'm shittin
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Ramirez
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