One, two, three, four.

There's you, you're sleeping over there.

With me, I'm sitting here with so much sheep between us.

I can't make it much more clear.

There'll be no time for crying.

We won't make it more than this.

I would say I'm rightfully guilty,
but I don't think I'm worth it.

Still, those are the ways to get far.

Do we treat you this bad?,
Be prepared to march in silence now.

I do am,
despised.

You're not the first one to go.

But,
For you feel I'm far out of follow,
But shame I'll be the ground,
People be when I need a drink,
People be when I'm tired,
Still don't have the things for,
Too easy to describe,
You've heard so much and so much now I do and,
the scars,
Are,
fusion