Lambs In The Abattoir

I woke up today

Opened up my eyes to find that

Something fundamental

Inside me has changed

And I can't go back now

My visions not so blurry

I see every thing so clear

I'm taking my leave of herd mentality

I'll break from the flock

Let the other sheep tow the line in their

Vacuous complacency

Marching forward, one by one

I'm out of step and I really cant do this anymore

Marching forward the lambs all scream

As the flock is led into the abattoir

In perfect file we march

We're just sheep

A flock of clones

Identical, each one exactly the fucking same

(Follow the leader, right to the slaughter)

It took me all of this time

To find out who I am so

I'm not going back, I'm going my own direction

I'll escape and I will disappear

(But where is the exit from here?)

How will it come?

Pneumatic hammer to the brain?

A violent slash with an ichor encrusted blade?

The sticker does his work with cruel efficiency

Every bit as mechanical and mindless as the sheep

I try to scream but they cannot hear a word

It's much too late to see the error of following the herd

The blade races across the throat

And paints the cold steel walls red

And one by one the sheep obediently walk unto their death