There's a flock that I must tend 
Where each looks the same as the next 
But there's some that don't belong 
And I'm smoking them out 

Still I'm afraid that it might hurt 
'Cause they've all been with me since birth 
An assignment that I wish I had declined 

I've been [bad word] up in my belief 
humanism that does not apply to me 
That makes excuses for my knees 
Like I've been leaning on the inconsistencies 

There's a cold that I must catch 
Living well in all that I've said 
And I feel [bad word] on 
Unless it's all in my head 

But you were up at 2 AM 
Figuring out what it meant 
That all those sins were really sicknesses 
And nobody's to blame 

Oh, if I could go an hour 
Without wondering what chapter I am in 
Maybe I'd find the plot 

There's a flock that I must tend 
Grazing inside of my head 
But there's some that don't belong 
So I'm giving them [bad word]