Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding.
Counting makes the only sound
while I wait for hours to be found.
So much for making up rules while we're
playing.
Who cares about the rules anyway?
They're for mindless fools and
child's play.
This time.
This time and this time.
This time
it's my turn, it's not your turn.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek, I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.
Why should it make sense?
Why are you so unspontaneous,
and why does your way sound the same as yesterday?
So i'll shift and bite again.
Draw a mark on your skin
that turns you the color pink.
What exactly will they think of you?
This time.
This time and this time.
This time it's my turn,
it's not your turn.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.
Why are you jealous,
overbearing,
over-zealous?
Is it the lost memory
of all those games you played with me?
All those games you played with me.
All those games you played with me.
All those games you played on me.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.
Counting helps the hiding,
but what I seek I'm not finding.
Ready or not.
Ready or not.