Four-Thousand Bad Deeds
(hmmmm) Four thousand steps I shouldn't take
A heavy weight that will not break
Each quiet choice a quiet scar I see exactly who we are (mmmmm)
Four-thousand bad deeds in the wild
The bitter history compiled
We build our house on shifting sand
With cold and empty hands
A ledger filled with every name
No single shoulder takes the blame
We count the cost of what we lost
Across this bitter frost (ooh-ahhh)