Cows

24 more hours you can graze your days away, you can cover so much ground and you'll still be buried in it someday

All we want, and all we need, is to make some kind of sense out of anything

We are just human cows wandering around, oblivious to everything we keep our faces pointed to the ground

We are the creators we are the problems,

So tell me who the fuck is going to be here to solve them?

God I know you want me to believe in you

And I'm doing the best I can

There's a lot of things going on down here and it's hard to tell where we stand

We were created in the likeness of you?

And do you like what we are now?