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?
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight.
But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed?
They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers round my throat.
Is this what I get for the choices that I made?