歌词
The tallyman sticks around
He's counting every grain of sand
Wouldn't try and say your prayers
Volumetric psychosis in many many layers
Lost in a sea of fits and
Hating every minute of it
Go ahead and say your peace
This is the end of you and me
The tallyman speaks
And the tallyman pleads
And the countdown begins
And we all wash our hands of this foolishness
Why am I fooled by this?
The tallyman jumps around
Firmly set on his shaking ground
Wouldn't get used to anything
He's only here for keeps
And he only wants to see
If he has a place to breed
New ideas he'll soonly leave
Wouldn't you like to know what I'm doing right now?
I promise you its not what you want
Man down again
But you never kept your mouth still
Soiled all your own plans
Only you are left
Keep your score of whispers
They all speak of death
Tallyman
He's always looking for his grains of sand
He's begging every chance he can making sure you know the man is the one that is shaking your hand
Tallyman
Crossing the burned bridges with steady hands
He's stuck neglecting every plan and hooked on every new substance
Defacing all his pride on command
Man down again
But you never kept your mouth still
Soiled all your own plans
Only you are left
Keep your score of whispers
They all speak of death