Smokin' cigarettes in the shower
I'm growing weaker growing sicker
I'm counting the days till my death
I know I'm running short on faith
(I know I'm running short on faith)

Chorus:
Dip your pen in the bottle of blood
Till your emotions begin to flood

I count the days till my last breath
I know I'm running short on faith
Cause I know I'm short on patience

Breaking the wooden
Platform that you've glued
My solid feet to
Flatlined this sudden
Movement that you've made
Me believe was true
It's okay it's fine
It's not my problem
Cause it's all your fault
Cause the tools you'll find
To fix this problem
Are inside your vault

(Chorus)

I count the days till my last breath
I'm counting the days till my death
I know I'm running short on faith
Cause I know I'm short on patience