I’m counting my heads in vain I’m counting my heads too late noises of human demands pass away ringing down my head so loud just a matter of time back in time no answers back there I’ll be back to fight slow the least could be the most you blank as an angel you whispering marvels the air you refuse it makes me sad ‘til the next disguise we will all say the same at the end we will all think the same at the end good day bad day good day bad day the night belongs to its meaning
