They weave a leash of velvet thread Kneel We trade our shadows for a bed Obey The golden collar feels so light We learned to love the endless night Count the sheep and lock the gate Swallow down the perfect bait Fire in the snow Heart they cannot know Tear the painted sky We will never die The quiet watchers have no eyes Breathe They sell us comfort wrapped in lies Sleep A polished cage without a door Forgetting what the hands were for Count the sheep and lock the gate Swallow down the perfect bait Fire in the snow Heart they cannot know Tear the painted sky We will never die The paint is peeling
