I COUNT MY BLESSINGS THE SAME WAY I BITE MY TONGUE
I’VE NEVER HAD THE GLASS SHATTER, NEVER ALL AT ONCE
I KEEP THE BETTER PART SCARED OF WHAT I COULD DO
I FOLLOW A NARROW PATH SHADOWED BY THE TRUTH

IF JUST A PART OF ME IS HOLDING BACK DO I MAKE A DIFFERENCE
GUIDE MYSELF ALONG BY YIELDING TO THE LEAST RESISISTANCE
LACK OF CAPABILITY AND AN UNWILLINGNESS TO LEARN
COMPASSIONLESS SACK OF FILTH, FEELINGS BRED BY THE CURSE

IF I COULD EVER LEARN TO BITE MY TONGUE WOULD I MAKE A DIFFERENCE
STILL I GUIDE MYSELF ALONG BY YIELDING TO THE LEAST RESISTANCE
I LACK THE DRIVE AND THE PASSION SEEKS HEART FOR IT TO BURN
COMPASSIONLESS ANTAGONIST, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE PERVERSE

IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT I SAY OR WHAT I DO
I CAN ONLY FEEL WHEN I ISOLATE MYSELF FROM YOU
IT’S FOR THE BEST YOU HOLD ME BACK
DEGREDATION’S ALLOCATION FORCES MY VISION BACK

I SETTLE MY ISSUES ONE ON ONE
MY THOUGHTS AVERT BEING OVERRUN
NOT LONG BEFORE THE VIOLENCE ENSUES
CAN YOU FEEL IT

I BITE MY TONGUE
I COUNT MY BLESSINGS THE SAME WAY I BITE MY TONGUE
I’VE NEVER HAD THE GLASS SHATTER, NEVER ALL AT ONCE
I KEEP THE BETTER PART SCARED OF WHAT I COULD DO
I FOLLOW A NARROW PATH SHADOWED BY THE TRUTH

I START TO HALLUCINATE
BUT THE FEELINGS ALL FEEL THE SAME
I SWALLOW MY PRIDE
BUT MY FEELINGS REGURGITATE