I wish I could say
Our time together was great
But those knives to the back

Never ceased to bring pain.
Now I'm calling it quits,
Your time here is done.

On behalf of all those lies you told
Your life is forfeit,
Your soul is sold.


I hope you're good with numbers
Because as of tonight

You'll be counting sheep forever
And you'll never see light again!


The reflections from your eyes
Reveal so many lies
And for far too long

I have listened
I have heard
Those stories

Those plagued stories
Of your silver tongue.


Tell me dear
Just what it is you take me for
Is it not so plain to see

You've been pushing away from me.
It burdens me
To have to tell you this

Along with all those secrets you keep
You'll find yourself 6 feet underground!


The reflections from your eyes
Reveal so many lies
And for far too long

I have listened
I have heard
Those stories

Those plagued stories
Of your silver tongue.


I hope you're good with numbers
Because as of tonight
You'll be counting sheep forever

And you'll never see light again!