A Go-See

And when the first one

Feels like the last one

And the last one left you numb

Count up your blessings

And count the times you told yourself that you hate what you've become

Where everything goes down

And everything turn brown

It's like a broken home

You better leave it alone

And when the carpet becomes your comfort

And the corner is your chair

Roll up your sleeves and count your friends on one hand

Turn around

There's nobody there

As if you care less

More is less

You're moral-less

No more

When things turn brown

and all the pretty sounds become a crippled drone

you better leave it alone

you better leave it alone (x4)

Oh (scream)