Shepherd, No Sheep by Showbread

The Fear of God by Showbread

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Shepherd, No Sheep
by Showbread

Album: The Fear of God

Forgive me children for I have sinned
I never asked you first
The way in which I wrote this song
The pen which scribed the verse

I never stopped to think of you
Each chord change, each refrain
Was done so with you not in mind
The farthest from my brain

Already gone and such a waste
Will you please put me in my place?
It's not enough to just say the things you do
I hate music because of you

Being the connoisseur you are
With all you listen to
You know exactly what we've done wrong
And what we need to do

Come to you before each note
Is ever written down
Find out exactly what you want
Before we make a sound

Already gone and such a waste
Will you please put me in my place?
It's not enough to just say the things you do
I hate music because of you

But I, in my arrogance
Have gone my separate way
Music is dead and so are we
And soon will come the day

When every single stupid song
And everything online
Will turn to dust, the moth, the rust
Decay and wasted time

If I am honest, there's part of me
That hopes it makes you sick
I hope you cannot stand to hear it
Or bear the thought of it

I hope tomorrow you'll curse our name
You'll drill it in the dirt
I hope you'll not come back to us
I hope it always hurts

But at Your feet I admit defeat
My work is now in Your hands
If they want to hear stupid music so very bad
They can start themselves a band

Already gone and such a waste
Will you please put me in my place?
It's not enough to just say the things you do
I hate music because of you