The secret of [bad word] Reflected in the storyline, my friend
It's almost inappropriate
And history repeats itself

I place it in a sentence
I seek it and I re-descend
Just want to get to know the cost, my loss, 
Get off so we can finally speak again

And countless sheep redirected on a leash
And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me
What do I see? Did you expect me to believe?
 When I can't breathe in your [bad word] 

Impatiently we stay calm
Defeated but we keep it up
Just want get to know the cost, my loss, 
So we can finally speak again

And countless sheep redirected on a leash
And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me
What do I see? Did you expect me to believe
When I can't breathe in your [bad word]