One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Days go marching by

There and back I never wait for a confident reply

Yeah, truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints

And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring



It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny

Wither the path, whether worth the fee

A lifetime of scrutiny

And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore



One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Years go flying by

No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye

And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight



It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny

Prejudicial waters wash over me

A lifetime of scrutiny

And the words just don't equate with sense of sanity anymore



One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

The faces and the names

Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame

Yeah, is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?



Oh, it seems like a lifetime of scrutiny

Wither the path, whether worth the fee

A lifetime of scrutiny

And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore