Count your blessings, count the sheep in ya life, no sleep coming from idol thought or the strife.
Empty gestures only feed the glutinous beasts. Devils forged with sharpened teeth...
Does nothing for my betrayal, my apathy, I count your blessings (123)
I can clearly see, but fully lost my way.
And I laugh at back peddling on the choice I have made.
Become the monster, detach the reality..
Why fuck with something I've done so successfully.
Got an arsenal of excuses, an easy way back... and a laughter track.
Sentient, is a sentiment I have conveniently removed my thoughts... Hypocrite glassy eyed over his youths battles fought
(plagiarism of a plagiarism)
Count them blessings.