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