Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding.  

Counting makes the only sound

while I wait for hours to be found.  

So much for making up rules while we're 

playing.  

Who cares about the rules anyway?  

They're for mindless fools and 

child's play.  



This time.  

This time and this time.  

This time 

it's my turn, it's not your turn.  



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek I'm not finding.  

Ready or not.  

Ready or not.  



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek, I'm not finding.  

Ready or not.  

Ready or not.



Why should it make sense?  

Why are you so unspontaneous, 

and why does your way sound the same as yesterday?  

So i'll shift and bite again.  

Draw a mark on your skin 

that turns you the color pink.  

What exactly will they think of you?  



This time.  

This time and this time.  

This time it's my turn, 

it's not your turn.  



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek I'm not finding.  

Ready or not.

Ready or not.



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek I'm not finding.

Ready or not.

Ready or not. 



Why are you jealous, 

overbearing, 

over-zealous?  

Is it the lost memory

of all those games you played with me?  



All those games you played with me.  

All those games you played with me. 

All those games you played on me.



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek I'm not finding.  

Ready or not.  

Ready or not.  



Counting helps the hiding, 

but what I seek I'm not finding.  

Ready or not.  

Ready or not.



Ready or not.

Ready or not.