| Song | Counting Sheep |
| Artist | Bigelf |
| Album | Cheat the Gallows |
| Those who follow cannot lead | |
| Foolish minds controlled by greed | |
| I despise your kind | |
| I’m just counting sheep waiting to fall asleep | |
| But I can’t close my eyes | |
| Swayed by greener fields of weed | |
| Tells the nature of the beast | |
| I can see you’re blind | |
| I’m just counting sheep waiting to fall asleep | |
| But I can’t close my eyes | |
| Sign on the dotted line | |
| My friend it’s the right time | |
| I dream of the day they take you away to the farming factory | |
| It’s there the sheep will meet their destiny | |
| There’s no time to think | |
| When you’re mind is consumed by the ink | |
| I dream of the day they take you away to the farming factory | |
| It’s there the sheep will meet their destiny | |
| Please let us be free please let us be free | |
| I’m your maker, not thy savior | |
| Please let us be free | |
| I’ve been waiting for so long | |
| The moment to pull the curtains on the sheep | |
| Please let us be free please let us be free | |
| I’m the maker, not thy savior | |
| Now the sheep are dead and gone | |
| I hang their rotten heads upon my keep sleep |
| Those who follow cannot lead | |
| Foolish minds controlled by greed | |
| I despise your kind | |
| I' m just counting sheep waiting to fall asleep | |
| But I can' t close my eyes | |
| Swayed by greener fields of weed | |
| Tells the nature of the beast | |
| I can see you' re blind | |
| I' m just counting sheep waiting to fall asleep | |
| But I can' t close my eyes | |
| Sign on the dotted line | |
| My friend it' s the right time | |
| I dream of the day they take you away to the farming factory | |
| It' s there the sheep will meet their destiny | |
| There' s no time to think | |
| When you' re mind is consumed by the ink | |
| I dream of the day they take you away to the farming factory | |
| It' s there the sheep will meet their destiny | |
| Please let us be free please let us be free | |
| I' m your maker, not thy savior | |
| Please let us be free | |
| I' ve been waiting for so long | |
| The moment to pull the curtains on the sheep | |
| Please let us be free please let us be free | |
| I' m the maker, not thy savior | |
| Now the sheep are dead and gone | |
| I hang their rotten heads upon my keep sleep |