The Stand

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