docility

Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless
 We are too far gone, we are hopeless
 The Shepard has left his flock, copeless
 Starting to debilitate, indifferent to every act of righteous vain
 And this is what remains? Paint the floor with the nervous wreck of yesterday's pain
 Was it worth it?
 Sifting through the day, hoping for someone else to make your change?
 All of you are making me sick and the medicine only tastes like shit
 It's hard to swallow, but the cure would choke you out
 Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless
 We are too far gone, we are hopeless
 The Shepard has left his flock, copeless
 I wish I could make a change, but I couldn't afford it, life is the biggest debt to pay
 Trading my materials I've absorbed in a pitiful life of pain