Counting the dead They are left as a trail A callous reminder A witness of anger Supposed to be a part of me It's my main attraction A chain reaction Morbid ecstacy The primitive I know you know it's my only emotion Self destruction And who are you If you cannot make it you cannot claim it What you can't understand Is that all is lost When there's nothing left Inside of your heart Counting the dead They are left as a trail And now it's one of your kind Your mother or child And now it hurts to be on the wrong side Bleeding fast Holy dust die in the streets Is this your wet dream? I know that now you're regretful And fucking hateful Marked the cards in the deck So you're out of the game All my patience is dead It's time for revenge What you can't understand Is that all is lost When there's nothing left Inside of your heart That's it Drenching in blood Blood of the innocent Now that it's done Were are you? Living like a ghost Struggling from the source Hiding in a pit alone with your thoughts No repent for your actions A chain reaction Counting the dead One by one The change you create With your hate