Counting Lines Songtext
von Emancipating Pit Fighting Fish

The enemy is on the prowl, lurking in the corner of the eye
It′s looking to feed on carefree souls,mutilate, suck them dry
It will stop at nothing until you're no more than a vestigial husk
It will take everything from you, welcome to the the perpetual dusk
I am counting the lines
The vertebrae of your spine
The cracks on the ground
The bruises on my shins And the ants of my mind
Any flicker that shines
Need to keep myself occupied
I am counting the tears of the weeping willow
In a desperate attempt not to get swallowed
I am counting the riddles, the ripples and the wrinkles
Anything to anchor me, I can′t drift
Anything to anchor me, I won't drift


I live adventures in the sole purpose to fill the void
In which the enemy inhabits and broods its spawns, paranoid
Counting stories like I would plant seeds to grow trees that will stop the wind
That blows in the sails of the demons trying to kill me
I am counting the lines
The vertebrae of your spine
The cracks on the ground
The knuckles on my fists
And the ants of my mind
Any flicker that shines
Need to keep myself occupied
I am counting the tears of the weeping willow
In a desperate attempt not to get swallowed
I am counting the riddles, the ripples and the wrinkles
Anything to anchor me, I can't drift
Anything to anchor me, I won′t drift