Take hold This time may not be enough For thoughts to take shape Is this the prophecy? And in my weakest condition Motionless, senseless No feeling in my chest There's nothing left Abandoned here alone I pray these tides they will not hold Cannot taste the silence Second chance to soar My weakest condition by design Possibly never ending My weakest condition is never ending Stay close But just for a moment Let thoughts take shape Don't let them break you And in my weakest condition I save my breath, pointless No feeling in my bones There's nothing left The vira Passively overtakes you Corrupts in its essence Dismantles your being Sending you home Sending you home The depression is crippling Don't let it tear you apart It dismantles your soul Leaves you broken alone It's sending you home Abandoned here alone I pray these tides they will not hold Cannot taste the silence Second chance to soar My weakest condition by design Possibly never ending My weakest condition is never ending This is my weakest condition, my weakest condition No second chances No second chances This is my weakest condition, my weakest condition No second chances No second chances