Misguided Sheep

We keep hiding the ball of easter eggs

For reasons we just cant say

We're hiding a ball of money when the tax man comes to prey

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding all our bits and precious bobs

We're hiding all our freckle, our wrinkles, and dead end jobs

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding from all our hope and fear

Until hate boils through us and there's no one left to care

We'll be hiding from what we want, so poisonous and soaked in sin

We'll be hiding from even our thoughts until they come around again

(all come out)

I can't see what you don't let me

(all come out)

I can't see what you don't let me

All come out

All come out to play X3

Well we duck and we dodge, we pocket and cover

All our scrubs and ticks hiding a ball of lustful needs so they won't know our kicks

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding under blankets inside our bed we nervously chew our pencils until our teeth are stained of lead

We keep nestleing to people like teddy bears

because the good book says, well he who holds to soft things won't die before they're dead.

(all come out)

I can't see what you don't let me

(all come out)

I can't see what you don't let me

All come out to play

All come out to play

I can't see what you don't let me

(All come to play)

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding from robbers and from cops

Hiding our paranoid fits, snaps, cracks, and pop

Well we hide from what we want, so naïve and drenched in sin we hide from even our thoughts until they come around again

So we nervously chew up our pencils until our teeth are stained of lead and he who hold two soft things won't die before I'm dead