(Verse 1) We walk in circles, never see the sky, Chasing shadows, never asking why. Chains made of comfort, whispers in the air, The hand that guides us is never there. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Golden tongues, they promise peace, Every word a sweet disease. ⸻ (Chorus) We are cattle, quiet, blind, Led by voices not our kind. Dreaming freedom, fed on lies, Eyes wide shut until we die. ⸻ (Verse 2) The fields are endless, the grass is thin, The path is chosen before we begin. Smiles like shepherds, soft and kind, But knives are waiting just behind. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Silver bells, they call our names, Every step, it sounds the same. ⸻ (Chorus) We are cattle, quiet, blind, Led by voices not our kind. Dreaming freedom, fed on lies, Eyes wide shut until we die. ⸻ (Bridge) If one breaks free, the herd will turn, The fire is warm, but we all must burn. Better the silence, better the sleep, Than facing truths the strong don’t keep. ⸻ (Final Chorus — soaring, layered vocals) We are cattle, grazing still, Led by shadows, bent to will. Dreaming freedom, never true, The herd is many… the herd is you.
