What comes around, goes around
So now I fear for your life
Because at one time, you took mine
There will be no regard, for what you hold dear
When the wind and the sand decide to make right
So count your blessings, while you have them
Cause this is the last time
You'll see what you love, before we make you blind
So count your blessings, while you have them
Cause this is the last time
You'll touch what you love, before we strip you of your skin
What goes around, comes around
So beware, we're coming
There will be no remorse, for the ripping of your corpse
When the wind and the sand decide to make right
So count your blessings, while you have them
Cause this is the last time
You'll see what you love, before we make you blind
So count your blessings, while you have them
Cause this is the last time
You'll touch what you love, before we strip you of your skin.
Heaven help me.