Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rythm Of The War Drums Songtext / Lyric

don't fret precious, i'm here.
step away from the window. go back to sleep.
safe from pain and truth and choice
and other poison devils.
see, they don't give a fuck about you like i do.
count the bodies like sheep.
counting bodies like sheep
to the rythm of war drums.
go back to sleep.

i'll be there one to protect you from
your enemies and all your demons.
i'll be there one to protect you from
a will to survive and and a voice of reason.
i'll be there one to protect you from
your enemies and your choices, son.
they're one in the same.
i must isolate you from yourself.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.