(two, three, four)nnSeven people died last nightnthe painter paints nthe poet writesnshe knocks a hole in my front doornbut she's the one i can't ignorenshe tries to paint a hole in timenshe puts her face right next to minenshe knocks a hole in my front doornbut i'm the one she can't ignorennand i've wandered ten thousand years for younto see this coming truenand i've been to the outer edge of timento try to make you minenand i've been so far gone that there's no neednto try redeeming menand i believe that i'm the greatest of mistakesnthat ever has been madennpay no heed to what i saynbecause what i say it has no relavence nto what you might believe nbecause i wanna find the truthnsaid the gate will push her down becausenin the end she'll only drag me downnit sucks when i can't remember my own namennmary wants to hold my handnbut when she does it's hard to stand upnand never thought she'd take my soulnand i'm the one who's lost all controlnnturn it down it's far too loudnit's hard to penetrate my cloudnand never thought they'd take your soulnand you're the one they can't controlnnand i've wandered ten thousand years for younwe could not be truenand i been to the outer edge of timento try to make you minenand i've been so far gone that there's no neednto try redeeming menand i believe that i'm the greatest of mistakesnthat ever has been madennpay no heed to what i saynbecause what i say it has no relavence nto what you might believe nbecause i wanna find the truthnsaid the gate will push her down becausenin the end she'll only drag me downnit sucks when i can't remember my own name