Reach down, pull me out of this mess I have created. 
Strangled by a lie wrapped in disguise, quenching the 
appetite for a while. These are remains of a hurt so 
deep, breaking the skin revealing I am weak, my mind 
needs reviving.
Get them out, these thoughts that kill me, I have 
fallen, pick me up. Sanitize this plague filled hole 
inside, rid my mind of the sickness that resides. I 
won't be strong enough to get off the ground, I am 
tired, sick of the fall.
My strength is weak, my struggles blister me, I'm 
reaching toward the end for new strength to begin. I 
won't collapse with my gaze fixed ahead. Pull me out, 
my dead weight drags me down. What have I done to 
deserve, your love, has undone, my faults.
Collapsing I can't keep forcing myself to choke and 
bleed. Faceless, swayed by the enemy, I'm not drugged 
now, try me. With my face to the ground not a word left 
to speak, pull me out now. This is remorse for the 
hardness in me, kill off the appetite, I'll die to 
myself inside.
I have not come this far to enslave myself to a death 
not far off. I have the remains that aggravate for a 
while, but I won't give into the way they treat, 
beating the life out of me. It's only You who can save 
me, I'm falling. My strength is weak, reach down and 
save me.