Count pulse
So we feel alive
Too loose from true to false
To sit me and write
I have a hard time
Keeping me in line
Go turning them log piles
In the dead of the night
Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November
Destructively excessive
Ungrateful addict
Unprecedentedly obssesive
A disturbed fanatic
A hundred voices
Are ninety-nine too many
And noise in store to distort a choice
I've got plenty
Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November
Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November
Allow me to moan
With my honor on
Allow me to moan
With my dignity on
