I hear the siren call
Of the devil's blade
And the longer I resist
The quicker my self-control does fade.

I know it's futile
For I am weak
And for that sweet pain
I will soon seek.

As my world falls
My resolve is crumbling
And the traitorous thoughts whispering in my mind
Quickly become more than senseless mumbling.

But for now I hold out
For now I wait
As I fall apart
At sorrow's gate.