Our time is counted   Puncture the walls   Crush the roof   A life is lost   As it turns to sin ruins remain yet decay   History leaves scars to those in time    As it turns to sin ruins remain yet decay      It's yet to be wrote   A life is changed its debt is yet to be claimed      Why everything just seems so right for you    When I'm falling out of home, without you   Tell me why should I feel consumed   This is more than I can see through      Our time is counted      Now   These walls are haunted   A stench is left behind   Revenge reeks the home that once was mine      Why everything just seems so right for you       When I'm falling out of home, without you   Tell me why should I feel consumed   This is more than I can see through      Straight to the cause   Here I stand dead   Pain beyond the immoral      Cold surgery tools had butchers touch   With a hint of hate      Straight to the cause   Straight to the source of what I've become   Straight to the cause   The straight source of what I've become