And when the first one   Feels like the last one   And the last one left you numb   Count up your blessings   And count the times you told yourself that you hate what you’ve become   Where everything goes down    And everything turn brown   It’s like a broken home   You better leave it alone   And when the carpet becomes your comfort   And the corner is your chair   Roll up your sleeves and count your friends on one hand   Turn around    There’s nobody there    As if you care less   More is less   You’re moral-less   No more      When things turn brown   and all the pretty sounds become a crippled drone   you better leave it alone   you better leave it alone (x4)   Oh (scream)