Lost Reception - Trying to Be the Shepherd lyrics

Trying to Be the Shepherd by Lost Reception [Verse] Look at the elephant in the room Taking pictures of the scene Showing them off to his irrelevant friends Saying "Look who won't talk about me." He feels like a fish drinking poison from a dish And he's choking on the air Recognize quickly when a lost cause comes And just pull him up a chair Turn him towards the static coming from the tv That's Lighting up this place Let him have it all the rotten weed and alcohol Watch the look spread across his face Can I draw attention to the back room now The one that you have never seen The place where he can go with all the no-name folks Have a good time call it and leave [Chorus] I am a part of such a devious system The kind of thing where you don't want to blink tonight I've been down, down to the dirt that just sits in my lungs And I've been waiting for a sign That we are leaving this insidious memory but the Sidewalk's dry and that defines our light That we still are following Holding us back from ourselves That's the funny thing It scarcely feels right [Verse] Sat around the den and got a second hand high As the punk blew out my ears Let my head sway and threw myself in people's way As the Wren started to get near All the time thinking bout the elephant kid That I had watched go bad with a smile I hated myself and felt selfish for my health I guess I'm past denial I should of said something should of stopped him there Before he gave up on his rules I don't even know him but I feel like I condemned him To a lifetime of greater fools But here's the crazy thing about the kid that I had seen You know he's only in my head A manifestation of the constant agitation That will plague me til I'm dead [Chorus] I am a part of such a devious system The kind of thing where you don't want to blink tonight I've been down, down to the dirt that just sits in my lungs And I've been waiting for a sign That we are leaving this insidious memory but the Sidewalk's dry and that defines our light That we still are following Holding us back from ourselves That's the funny thing It scarcely feels right