Hanging on by a thread, I pull myself back up.
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Cause I'll be god damned if this is the rope from which I hang myself.
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In desperate times we live by desperate means.
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We put our love and faith and sanity into anyone, even the unseen.
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As long as it will make us feel good, whole and complete.
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We'll put our trust into anything, if it takes away this uncertainty.
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The problems go unfixed.
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The anger goes unchecked.
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The emptiness goes unfed.
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The devotion remains to what will undo us.
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In desperate times we live by desperate means.
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Though I can't blame you for doing the same.
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So here's your choice: the truth or the end of a rope.
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I've never seen someone so scared of death pick a point, lay down and die.
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The problems go unfixed.
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The anger goes unchecked.
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The emptiness goes unfed.
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All this devotion remains to what will undo us.
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"Remember what I said about seeing a light when you're dying?" "Yeah" "That
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Ain't true. I can't see a damn thing."
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Get your rope.
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Devotion.
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Devotion II
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