Dark Storms - Our Last Night

A conscience buried deep beneath, a heart stuck in a skeleton of greed
And eyes that can't see that happiness is so far out of reach.

The power keeps you feeling high but how low
Do you sink into your bed at night
(Anchored down with guilt)
Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you've burned
Or are you proud of all the hatred you've earned?

I'm just a number to you, just ones and twos.