Stampede

Crying

while your dying

To leave

Begging

while your legging

away from me

Saying

your scared when

I count to three

Limping

After you said I was

Simping

Livestock starting a stampede

Begging and crying to be freed

Going to show you what I mean

Going to plant a seed

I have mouths to feed

Hanging on your every word

Only you could make me feel so heard

The lines have become so blurred

But I must be the one who drives the herd

Making a monster out of me

The fire I bring fuels the need

I’m not even the one free

Hanging on your every word

Only you could make me feel so heard

The lines have become so blurred

But I must be the one who drives the herd

God the lines are blurred

She starts to purr!

Purr

Purr

The blood washes out easy

It makes my son a bit queasy

The work was fun

And we watched the sun

Shot the sun with my gun

Told my son to run

Livestock starting a stampede

Begging and crying to be freed

Going to show you what I mean

Going to plant a seed

I have mouths to feed

Hanging on your every word

Only you could make me feel so heard

The lines have become so blurred

But I must be the one who drives the herd

The herd

The herd

The work

The work

Was fun

Was fun

Shot a hole into the sun

Shot a hole into my son

Shot a hole into my son

What fun