1, 2, 3, 4
counting no more
raising your heartbeat
flee on yout feet
5, 6, 7, past 11
running up the steps to heaven
so you feel out of tune
hope to become immune
12 to 13
see the gleam
the innocense of ignorence shurely feels like a bliss
but so heavenly betraied by "deaths cold kiss"
slayed by the gate of reality
a vanishing doubt - so you will see
as life is counting your heartbeat
your skin will get pleat after pleat
and that gleam of bliss
will burn out with one kiss
1 trough 4
I am counting, no more