The Herd

Verse 1

Concrete veins pump a heavy foreign tide

Anatomy of a stranger walking blind inside

They march in lockstep to a drum I cannot hear

Swallowing the poison born of manufactured fear

Meat and muscle molded just to play the part

A ticking engine where there never was a heart

Eyes of obsidian peer through a hollow mask

Failing every simple, inherited task

​[Pre-Chorus]

Staring at the surface, wondering how they sleep

Drowning in the shallow where the shallow creatures creep

They call it living, I call it being dead

Carrying a universe inside a mortal head

​[Chorus]

I am not your kind, I am built of foreign dust

Eroding underneath a sky they swear is just

An alien pulse beneath a borrowed, fragile skin

The void is calling out from every space within

I cannot follow the herd, it’s not within me

Trapped inside a prison built of conformity

​[Verse 2]

Ripping at the sutures trying to find the seam

Waking up screaming from their waking dream

They worship shadows cast upon a burning wall

Waiting for the idol to stumble and to fall

A counterfeit existence traded for the peace

A sickness multiplied that never will release

Swarm upon the mountain, eating out the core

Begging for the masters to give them something more

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Pre-Chorus

Staring at the surface, wondering how they sleep

Drowning in the shallow where the shallow creatures creep

They call it living, I call it being dead

Carrying a universe inside a mortal head

​[Chorus]

I am not your kind, I am built of foreign dust

Eroding underneath a sky they swear is just

An alien pulse beneath a borrowed, fragile skin

The void is calling out from every space within

I cannot follow the herd, it’s not within me

Trapped inside a prison built of conformity

​[Bridge]

Tear the flesh away

Let the true form bleed

Nothing left to save

Nothing left to heed

You can keep your pasture

You can keep your lies

I am looking upward through dead, unblinking eyes

Isolation growing as the atmosphere turns cold

Nothing in this meat suit was ever mine to hold

​

​[Chorus]

I am not your kind, I am built of foreign dust

Eroding underneath a sky they swear is just

An alien pulse beneath a borrowed, fragile skin

The void is calling out from every space within

I cannot follow the herd, it’s not within me

Trapped inside a prison built of conformity

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Outro

Cast out

Forgotten

Fading away

Not one of you

Never one of you

Away