This scathing paranoia
follows me like a ghost through the catacombs.
Stalking my every move.
Plotting it's next step.
I feel them getting closer
to pulling the truth from my heart.
I know they feel my intentions.
I am becoming a stranger to my own end game.
I can see it in their eyes,
They have seen what lies behind my black stare.
This scathing paranoia
follows me like a ghost through the catacombs.
Stalking my every move.
Plotting it's next step.
I am a Shepard leading
the lambs to slaughter.
I am no savior.
I am no guiding light.
I am no longer the way,
the truth, the light.
Exhausted from the killing fields, they follow less blindly.
I am a Shepard leading
the lambs to slaughter.
I am no longer the way, the truth,
and the light.

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