I don't count seconds and I don't count joy. I count this life that has gone from the inside the soul it is ripe and torn from the boy who used to live only in the sun. Sin and despair in the final hour wishing he lived no more, dreamed no more. To tear down the tower of bitterness by the sorrow and bore. Take away this sanity, save me from myself. flavor away this agony for the time till I'm dead.