Time, passes us by. When memories fade Some try to deny they were ever in the place But numbers always stick. And if six is a myth Tell me who's gonna pick a number we can live with? When fiction's fact are you happy that We'll find you counting? So count me out, 'cos I have seen you now Seen how you're lying . So face your numbers now. Time, it heals every wound for those that are perverse Who mask their abuse, who fight war with wars of words But numbers always win. And if six doesn't sting Tell me who trades in sin? And who sounds absurd?