Counting
© Copyright 2004 - Recherché Inamorato Productions

The treading of our withered souls through shallow water...
Make deadly designs.
We are beating ourselves upon jagged rocks,
As we are pulled by unforgiving hands.
The pollution before was not nearly as unhealthy as us.
Blood and gasoline mingle and entertwine...
Swirling into obscurity such as I have.
Hold my hand so that I know you're still there.
This world is cruel and I cannot tell you why;
I wish I could figure this out.
Look inside yourself for the truth of mortality.
Stay here doesn't make you stronger!
It only makes you weaker!
You're letting them toy with you...
Let go...
Before the destruction sweeps over us and gives them gratification.
Do this all before the world ends.
I hope I can count on you,
Because unfortunately...
You can't count on me.