Flock

Lyrics written Oct. 20, 2021

I’m tired of burning

Sitting up on my hill

And waiting for the eagles to come

I expect nothing and

I’m still let down

And the eagles are who get the feast

So they turn into crows 

When they spot a weakness

And I wonder why I’m still there

When they’re done with the guts

And the head is aware

They leave feathers in grips of the hooves

A pig with no feelings

Is good in their fire

To burn away the filthy mud

To burn away the filthy mud

I expect nothing and

I’m still let down

And they wonder why

I avoid the flock

And they wonder why 

I fight with the flock

Then wake up and indulge in the beast

I work to my freedom

But the freedom will be lonely

I sure bet freedom will change it

I’ll be gone from the flock

But alone in a sty

A war between lonely and alone

Will I jump from the hill

Or wait for the eagles

To come and strip me of my mud

I’m not lonely nor alone

They can no longer run

One by one I will tear up the flock

And they wonder just why

I return the same act

When I’m the one who’s being burned

I expect nothing and

I’m still let down

And they wonder why

I fight with the flock

And they wonder why

I run from the flock

Then wake up and indulge in the beast

I’m tired of burning

Sitting up on my hill

And waiting for the eagles to come

I expect nothing and

I’m still let down

And the eagles are who get the feast

So they turn into crows 

When they spot weakness

And I wonder why I’m still there

When they’re done with the guts

And the head is aware

They leave feather’s in grips of the hooves

A pig with no feelings

Is good in their fire

To burn away the filthy mud

To burn away the filthy mud