Hanging on by a thread, I pull myself back up

Cause I'll be god damned if this is the rope from which I hang myself

In desperate times we live by desperate means

We put our love and faith and sanity into anyone, even the unseen

As long as it will make us feel good, whole and complete

We'll put our trust into anything, if it takes away this uncertainty

The problems go unfixed

The anger goes unchecked

The emptiness goes unfed

The devotion remains to what will undo us

In desperate times we live by desperate means

Though I can't blame you for doing the same

So here's your choice: the truth or the end of a rope

I've never seen someone so scared of death pick a point, lay down and die

The problems go unfixed

The anger goes unchecked

The emptiness goes unfed

All this devotion remains to what will undo us

"Remember what I said about seeing a light when you're dying?" "Yeah" "That

Ain't true. I can't see a damn thing. "

Get your rope

Devotion