Lamb - Ira

I’m not sure if it’s me

When I talk to you I talk to myself

I hurt you with my words

Put the finger in your flesh

You bleed like a slaughtered lamb

Your pretty dream is long gone

You speak through me like a voice

And I’m yours

I’m your lamb

We are the same and you are in me

Half blind half happy sweet slavery

For you I would hurt myself

Change myself

I’m your slave

I’m a little lamb

I don’t care who you are

I don’t have a story to tell

I only use the word lamb to describe

It’s just a phrase

Don’t blame me

Think for yourself

Listen to yourself

Listen to yourself

Listen to me