Well, could this be the end of me?

I'm the blind leading the blind slowly losing my mind

Do I rebel or fall back in line?

This is all I've ever known, am I wasting my time?

Words are spilled

Like brand new blood on the battlefield

Decay or rebuild?

Won't let this be the end of me

'Cause hope fulfills me

Give up the ghost in me, drag me down or set me free

It's getting pretty hard to tell, 'cause I'm living between hope and Hell

Don't know if it's destiny, could this be fate or fantasy?

It's getting pretty hard to tell, now I'm living between hope and Hell

Dragged back and forth through Hell, my scars are present still

Did you think that you could lead me astray? All whilst holding on for a reason to stay

Moral fibre, self-preservation forged from history

Won't let this be a dying dream, you won't take this from me

Hell becomes you

Give up the ghost in me, drag me down or set me free

It's getting pretty hard to tell, 'cause I'm living between hope and Hell

Don't know if it's destiny, could this be fate or fantasy?

It's getting pretty hard to tell, now I'm living between hope and Hell

Hope and Hell

Spill my blood for a story to tell

Things won't end this way

We could of had it all, but now we fall

Give up the ghost in me, drag me down or set me free

It's getting pretty hard to tell, 'cause I'm living between hope and Hell

Don't know if it's destiny, could this be fate or fantasy?

It's getting pretty hard to tell, when you're living between hope and Hell

Yeah, it's getting pretty hard to tell any difference between hope and Hell

Could say it's getting pretty hard to tell any difference between hope and Hell