Take my hand, show me the way, we are the children that fell from grace.
Take my hand, show me the way, we are the children who can't be saved.
One more nail in the coffin.
One more foot in the grave.
One more time I'm on my knees, as I try to walk away.
How has it come to this?
I've said it once. I've said it twice.
I've said it a thousand fucking times.
That I'm okay, that I'm fine.
That it's all just in my mind.
But this has got the best of me.
And I can't seem to sleep.
It's not because you're not with me. It's because you never leave.
You say this is suicide?
I say this is a war.
And I'm losing the battle.
Man down.