Compositor: Scott David Grady
Here we stand
To break the habit
I take your hand
Dipped in the acid
Lost our way
From here to nowhere
The angels pray
Your demons don't care
Now you come to seek forgiveness
And you're down upon your knees
I say: My child, we all just got to be free
Here we stand
To break the habit
I take your hand
Dipped in the acid
Like a rose, you turned my head and
Then ya gone and made me bleed
Whispered: My child, when you're in love, you're not free