Our time is counted Puncture the walls Crush the roof A life is lost As it turns to sin ruins remain yet decay History leaves scars to those in time As it turns to sin ruins remain yet decay It's yet to be wrote A life is changed its debt is yet to be claimed Why everything just seems so right for you When I'm falling out of home, without you Tell me why should I feel consumed This is more than I can see through Our time is counted Now These walls are haunted A stench is left behind Revenge reeks the home that once was mine Why everything just seems so right for you When I'm falling out of home, without you Tell me why should I feel consumed This is more than I can see through Straight to the cause Here I stand dead Pain beyond the immoral Cold surgery tools had butchers touch With a hint of hate Straight to the cause Straight to the source of what I've become Straight to the cause The straight source of what I've become