One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply
Yeah, truth 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 scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
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
Yeah, judgment comes in many forms but never scared or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate with sense of 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
Yeah, is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
'Cause when death comes, it's swift; and, my friend, we end up all the same

Oh, it seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BRETT W. GUREWITZ, GREG GRAFFIN