Count pulse
So we feel alive
Too loose from true to false
To sit me and write

I have a hard time
Keeping me in line
Go turning them log piles
In the dead of the night

Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November

Destructively excessive
Ungrateful addict
Unprecedentedly obssesive
A disturbed fanatic

A hundred voices
Are ninety-nine too many
And noise in store to distort a choice
I've got plenty

Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November

Toss me out
To melt on the ember
'Cause a stubborn child
Is a gallow November
Allow me to moan
With my honor on
Allow me to moan
With my dignity on