I let myself down,
I let my heritage down,
I let my soul down,
I sold myself short.
I wasted the three most precious things,
Life, love and time
She reached out to me like a strangers hand takes a drowning mans, in a vice like grip,
And pulls you free of everything you ever knew, or were,
And tried to show me a better life of right and wrong.
But in that moment, I lost sight of this happier existence,
As many a gasping man does,
And as if a cruel trick, the grip was lost,
And I was plunged down again into the darkness.
For the serpent's fiery grip is strong, and Ohh… how she loves her prey.