Count Your Blessings Songtext
von Overhead

A testing, a tempest, assorted announcements, a morning bell
Now the court is adjourned and the verdicts are called
As to who was doing all the gardening
When the moon is in tune and so soon we would
Lose to the walking dead

Deception, detection, inception, rejection, now who can tell
Somehow they always return just in time for the fall
Now you can choose but you ain′t avoiding it
Why so few are amused when it's you being used
And it′s what was said


And we're not there after all
Something tells me who will fall
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Count your blessings, English lord

Affliction, a victimless cross-section, it's nearly time to quell
There′s no resistance anymore, they′ve all gone for the war
And only fools want to prove anybody wrong
At least with some innocent song
It's pretty clear there′s something else going on
Anyway

And we're not there after all
Something tells me who will fall
Random message on this wall
Count your blessings, English lord


And we′re not there after all
Something tells me who will fall
Random message on this wall
Count your blessings, English lord