One â two â three â four â five â six â seven â eightDays go marching byThere and back I never wait for a confident replyTruth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraintsAnd the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bringIt seems like a lifetime of scrutinyWither the path, whether worth the feeA lifetime of scrutinyAnd it seems as though I can’t be sure of anything anymoreOne â two â three â four â five â six â seven â eightYears go flying byNo one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eyeJudgment comes in many forms but never scare or shyAnd the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delightIt seems like a lifetime of scrutinyPrejudicial waters wash over meA lifetime of scrutinyAnd the words just don’t equate with sense or sanity anymoreOne â two â three â four â five â six â seven â eightThe faces and the namesShattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blameIs it possible to win this pointless mortal game?`Cuz when death comes it’s swift and my friend,We end up and the sameIt seems like a lifetime of scrutinyWither the path and whether worth the feeA lifetime of scrutinyAnd it seems as though I can’t remmember of anything anymore