Too Many Failures, Too Few Reasons Testo

Count me in, count my days, count me out.
Your whisper has been covered by noise,
and all my failures are without reason
And you may use me and build me and fail me
I’ve stopped counting my days,
and now these days are counting me out
Broken and torn down
with room for the new things that will come.
And all my failures are without reason
Burn the old, for new things to come