The Count

Now is negated
Never's the vibe
Self-suffocated
Panic prescribed

Holds me under the water
Death says that daughter can't hide
Fret is my fodder
Best served when eaten alive

I'm separated
Arced and archived
Each foe and failure
Tabbed, ticked, and transcribed

Print and press for the blotter,
"Sheep to the slaughter!"
Am I?
Cold is the cotter
And she's set to skin me alive

So don't count on counting
I'm down for the count
A dead head for mounting
Just name the amount

So don't count on counting
I'm down for the count
A dead head for mounting
Just name the amount

Oh, the dread of doubting
One cannot account
I'm gonna go down shouting,
"Just name the amount!"



Credits
Writer(s): Abby Ahmad
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