Everyday seems to remain the same
   Repetition pounds my aching brain

Bowing down at your steeple
   All the lost and wayward sheeple

Masses sinking peacefully in drudgery
   “GRAB MY ARM! TAKE HOLD OF ME!”

I don’t know what all this means
   I don’t seem to be seen

Am I the only one of my kind?
   Or more simply that I’ve lost my mind

Will I be next?
   Becoming so unlike the rest

Breaking free of authority
   Awakened now and I can see

The change has come
   No more to sleep

I am the ewe
   Among the sheep