One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply

 [bad word] is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of [bad word] 
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
lifetime of [bad word] 
And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore

One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye

 [bad word] in many forms but never scarce or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of [bad word] 
Prejudicial waters wash over me
lifetime of [bad word] 
And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore

One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
The faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame

Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
`Cuz when [bad word] it's swift and my friend,
We end up all the same

It feels like a lifetime of [bad word] 
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
lifetime of [bad word] 
And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore