Counting Days
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When you don't put on nothing but a mask
And you get off that you're running out of bliss
When you bleed down the feather, write a word
With a dead sign, you set it down
But now I'm into
Like a clockwork, your words up and around
While you're getting this dirty, the town
By your wound starts to sink away down, but now
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface we're made to play
Counting the days to rearrange
And you won't suffer, we're still the same
When you bare fists burning from the past
But you haven't got them running out your ways
When you bleed low and digging up the dirt
And your head's high, no matter found
But now I'm into
While the dark starts flaccid on the ground
And you're dizzy, you're a musty and foul
Taste the pouring rain, it's bleeding on down, but now
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface we're made to play
Counting the days to rearrange
And you won't suffer, we're still the same
Talk is the pleasure that is vicious tonight
Say you're gonna be and so do I
Where's the red that respects me to each other's side?
Where's the goddess blessed to justify?
I never get it
I never get it
I never get it
I never get it
I never get it
I never get it
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface we're made to play
Counting the days to rearrange
And you won't suffer, we're still the same
Talk is the pleasure that is vicious tonight
Say you're gonna be and so do I
Where's the red that respects me to each other's side?
Where's the goddess blessed to justify?