Counting from ten in search of my morality
It didn't last, it didn't last
I made a song from their breaking limbs then
Played it 50 times and sang it to my deathbed
Talking shit to my reflections
Laughing, seeing as the whole world is the bane of my existence
Taking turns spilling the last of a broken conscience
Grinning all the way to the grave
Blind to the site of my own world collapsing
From what I lost to the game
Now I'm fearing the day when someone steps in my way
You should know I'm faithless
Killing for the sake of pleasure and it's shameless
Ride the wave of my resentment
I took a blade and fucking stuck it
Kept it alive and made it beg
Say goodbye to the second chances
Write on the wall with the holy bastard
Say goodbye to the second chances
It didn't last, it didn't last
Write on the wall with the holy bastard
Painted in red, painted in red
To the brink of my own sanity
Talking shit to my reflections
Laughing while the whole world fucks a pole with our intentions
Knowing what I'm capable of
Riding the wave of my resentment
I made this song from their breaking limbs then
The brink of my own sanity