Counting, and counting and counting some more crows.
And the moon stays one,
And I divide myself between love and me.
Sometimes, when the time is right and the thoughts are not
I tend to fall into anger and sadness.
I tend to be stupid. Guess I'm like any other guy out there
Maybe I',m quieter or maybe I'm just going through something.
I don't know and I don't give a fuck
So fucking tired of my life.
And I tend to break down as my fortress gets shaken
Sometimes all I can think of, is jumping
Sick of being afraid, sick of being tired.
"But you've got all that knowledge" they say
"You're so inspireful" they say
"rings a bell when you talk" they say
And when you think you "know it all"?
How big is your doubt when you run out of faith?
Probably larger than the average John Smith
We all look like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs"