Of Rants and Chants and Every Single Night... Scratch That (Thanks for Tonight)

And of every little thing you've done
And of every little thing you've done…
…scratch that
For every single swear I cried
For every fallen bitter laugh
For every inch of time line
For all the stupid mistakes and things I won't recall
The doomsday and coffee pot
For every single sip of blood
And unreasonable rants
No, scratch that
Of every little thing you've done
Of every black card you threw right to my face
Of every red dripping blood I swept from that very neck
None of us is a white-off, none of us

Sing the song and I'll be out
Call the guards, I've left the path
Do you recognize the smell?
Scent of white and ash
None of us will be left
In the end everyone do the countdown
Everyone do the countdown

And thanks for staying tonight
For not leaving the ruby red catcher
Wait, scratch that
Thanks for staying overnight