Lyrics

Who Am I to critisize,
the Judge, the court, the theif?
Justice like the candle wick burning through the wax
sleep like an angel with no wings
A harp but no voice to sing
I'm done my sins have begun
I'm gone to scarred to belong
We all need attention
Starved, our gluttonous bellys are never full
Hungry is the anorexic girl starved for all she cannot fill
Arent you hungry
Plastic mannequin smiles
I the shepherd, you the sheep