On the Floor

When you know that it's wrong, yet you still move it along

And you find all in all, for yourself it's better off

There's something you create that won't ever wash away

Well you knew it was wrong

It is wrong

So you buy and you sell the means of keeping you from hell

But the Ghost on your trail can't seem to neglect a step

There's a noose in his hand with a shape to fit your neck

Keep on running from hell

This is hell

Ain't it something when everything falls apart?

The ground you build upon determines if you'll fall

It's slow motion as I watch it from the hall all come undone

It's the past that leaves you on the floor

Forgiveness comes with a humiliating clause

It's the last thing you want, but the first to move forth

Now your demons are sewn to your shoulder clearly shown

It is your futile refrain from vulnerable

As you fall, you faintly hear a familiar song, hum along, "hallelujah."

Now he's gone, as is the time you now have lost

We die alone, hallelujah