Lyrics

Low growl in my throat
Boots sunk deep in the dirt
Hear them circling the fence line
Teeth in the dark
Wet earth

Steel string
Bleeding rust
Knuckles wrapped in old scars
Every scar has a promise
I drag them into the yard


Three kinds of eyes in the crowd
Blank stare
Cold glare
Locked down
Some just stare at the flames
Some light the torch
Some hold the line

You scroll while the world gets torn
I step in
Fists and thorns
They call it “stay in your lane”
I call it spitting in shame

I am the sheepdog
Standing in the doorway
Face to the teeth and the lies they sell
I don’t film hell
I walk into hell
I don’t stand back
I ring that bell

I am the sheepdog
Between you and the grave
If I bleed out
Then you get to wake
If the wolves want you
They come through me
I’m the last bad dream that they ever see

Sheep keep praying for peace
Wolves keep praying for prey
I keep praying for strength
To keep my hands in the way

You call it “not my fight”
I call that turning away
You call it “live and let live”
Till someone takes that away

I am the sheepdog
Standing in the doorway
Face to the teeth and the lies they sell
I don’t film hell
I walk into hell
I don’t stand back
I ring that bell

I am the sheepdog
Between you and the grave
If I bleed out
Then you get to wake
If the wolves want you
They come through me
I’m the last bad dream that they ever see

Code in my bones like iron
Right is a blade I sharpen
Heart like a loaded verdict
Hands like a closing coffin

If you hunt the weak
You answer to me
If you taste their fear
You choke on my teeth

I am the sheepdog
Standing in the doorway
Face to the teeth and the lies they sell
I don’t film hell
I walk into hell
I don’t stand back
I ring that bell

I am the sheepdog
Between you and the grave
If I bleed out
Then you get to wake
If the wolves want you
They come through me
I’m the last bad dream that they ever see