The plague.
It came and stole my good fortune away it's not the end, 
It's just judgment day.
Crossed off the list.
I must have some nerve 
How could I show my face around here 
Ever again it's not worth the silence.
It's not worth a friend.
They say these things happen in threes.
I braved the streets with 1.2.3.sheets to the wind.
I'll see this one through till the credits begin 
It's worse inside all the soldiers wivers are wearing red 
I hang my head on what could've been, could've been, couldn't be.
I was graced and forgiven.
Now I'm given a second chance to fall 
I'm to blame, I'll admit it.
Now I'm given a second chance to fall 
I was graced and forgiven now I'm given a second chance to fall 
But it's just like the other ones I know I'll just fuck it up 
And it's not worth the silence and it's not worth a friend 
They say these things happen in threes this is the dream 
That haunts your sleepless nights you try to scream 
But can't escape the crushed windpipe I'm so easy to attach, 
You're so eager to amputate this is the one false move I made 
That left me cursing the day I stopped at all to breathe 
Pour yourself into this night I've been holding out for this, all my life.