Mama Black Sheep

Is this thing working

I'm so fed up

All the counterfeit people who claim they're really rare and all the tension that could be cut with a knife that's not there

Ball up your fist I'm standing right here

I don't want to beat you with a gun that violence stops here

Used to be a world full of nuns now there's crows in a distant cornfield that strike fear

Into the hearts of the closest ones we hold dear

So holy so sincere

Hm

But I'm stuck looking through stained glass it ain't clear

The non-transparency is so transparent maybe the end is really near