House where the fleeting dead fall
Left with her perilous thoughts
Lord, imma' lose my baby Lord, imma' lose my way Living means I'm dead here Into another night's arms In a scavenger's glimpse And shows us to tread on the line
Lord, imma' lose my head here Lord, imma' lose my way But if pushing means I'm stuck here Come hurry and resurrect me
Before I'm ready to stop Before I'm ready to stop Imma' dig that grave And fall in line for the drop