A Perfect Circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
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.
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
I’ll be the one to protect you from your
enemies and all your demons.
I’ll be the one to protect you from a will
to survive and a voice of reason.
I’ll be the one to protect you from your
enemies and your choices, son.
They’re one in the same, I must isolate
you…
Isolate and save you from yourself
