In the past, present and maybe the future
How long will you stay same
Shepherd you claim to be
But lack charge as though not from water
Stilled, you watch the bloodshed of your sheep
Yet promise yourself in ignorance
Or is it all just an act for show?

The flock of sheep cries
Not only from the pain you cause
You become blind and deaf in those moments
Your mouth speaks though in self interest
How long will you keep this maybe act ongoing?
Guess you have no shame as the shepherd you are

In the past, present and maybe the future
Much change has not occurred
The willingness of the dire sheep to divert the circumstances
You smash without a heart

In the past, present and maybe the future
"Will there be a change?", lingers on the sheep's mind.