docility

Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless
We are too far gone, we are hopeless
The Shepard has left his flock, copeless

Starting to debilitate, indifferent to every act of righteous vain
And this is what remains? Paint the floor with the nervous wreck of yesterday's pain
Was it worth it?
Sifting through the day, hoping for someone else to make your change?

All of you are making me sick and the medicine only tastes like shit
It's hard to swallow, but the cure would choke you out

Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless
We are too far gone, we are hopeless
The Shepard has left his flock, copeless

I wish I could make a change, but I couldn't afford it, life is the biggest debt to pay
Trading my materials I've absorbed in a pitiful life of pain