The pendulum on display
I'm tired of the same old play
Counting them, amused again
Slowly, from one through ten
I'm a tree on the hill
Cut me down, read the rings
As you call for the piper
So does the other end
Believer's fault
Make sure to chew it well
Until it's paper thin
As you run to the next prey
That's when I'll call your name
If this is the last minute
Before it all gets framed
I'll look into your eyes
And count from one through ten
Believer's fault
You eyes are loud and bright
But they never meet mine
I'll start again
The screams harmonized
Believer's fault
