Eight Of Nine

these hospital walls are the palest of white<br>here in this desert they`re reciting my last rites<br>the smell of these halls<br>brings temporary comfort<br>as the oxygen flows through my blood<br>el corazon was poisoned tonight...<br>she`s on her eight of nine.<br><br>when half of all your prayers are insincere,<br>the other half are lies.<br>here is this watermark under this bridge.<br>the point where it all crested,<br>rolled back and drifted into the sea.<br>i climb from this wreckage<br>as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs.<br>the closest of close calls has happened tonight.<br><br>it`s time that i made things right<br>for the first time,<br>since the last time.<br>let this moment of clarity<br>lift this curse that has been cast upon me.<br><br>appreciate the good times,<br>but don`t take the worst for granted.<br>`cause you only get so many second chance