Devotion ii

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