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Apr 2015
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung

No one looked
Only I
It was read in their faces
A wasted trundle of life
Churning
Regurgitating
The madness of life
As the sound of the underground
Washed out their inner screams

Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung

Stale sweat and vacant stares
Bombarded my senses to shake
Outwardly
I smiled
I had a sorrow for these poor souls
These sheep obeying their master's wishes

Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung

My knowing that one day they would fade
Become the unimportant
Get tossed aside like a disused burger wrapper
They didn't get it and I felt kinda strangely odd

Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung

Coughs,whispers and the feint sound of a beat
From the crowded battled against the roar and rhythm
I needed to escape
I needed to breathe
I could feel them
I was being consumed
Turned into a sheep

Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung
Kerr Dung.... Kerr Dung

With fear in my eyes I grabbed the chain
Screeeech!!!!!
The train shuddered to a stop
Loud gasps could be heard as I forced the door open and ran
My vision blurred as I climbed steps
Jumped barriers
Anything to escape
Anything to be free

Out I ran
Into noise
Into London
I forced a breath
And as I looked around me
I could see a reflection
It was me
I too was a sheep
I too was my master's servant
andy fardell
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