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Thereâs a flock that I must tend
Where each looks the same as the next
But thereâs some that donât belong
And Iâm smoking them out
Still Iâm afraid that it might hurt
âCause theyâve all been with me since birth,
An assignment that I wish I had declined
Iâve been strung up in my belief,
A humanism that does not apply to me
That makes excuses for my knees
Like Iâve been leaning on the inconsistencies
Thereâs a cold that I must catch
Living well in all that Iâve said
And I feel it coming on
Unless itâs all in my head
But you were up at 2 AM
Figuring out what it meant
That all those sins were really sicknesses
And nobodyâs to blame
Oh, if I could go an hour
Without wondering what chapter I am in
Maybe Iâd find the plot
Thereâs a flock that I must tend
Grazing inside of my head
But thereâs some that donât belong
So Iâm giving them hell.