I count them one by one The saints go marching in Well, the future's gone The past stumbles in I feel Like a hole in the wall I steal My name from your door You're here But but i need you far away It's a private pain Who Gonna tie the noose? Who Gonna lie for you? And who Gonna wear your shoes When you're six feet under the ground Well, i wish i could wipe All my troubles away And i wish i could find me A brand new yesterday Promise me you wake me up When i'm sleeping in my grave There is no more tears No more second left to waste I can't stand the chatter All that knocking at my door Too many wounds Not able to ignore Welcome to the point Where the drama begins Down in the gullet of the truth In a ten foot cell Don't ever try to stop the rot I do what i can To ache a bit, break a bit I waste what i am I try to tame tomorrow I try to hide the beast I cut myself in pieces So you can love much more of me