There's no waking up
A child of grace
And thinking
I've done it
I killed the dragon
Spat into the Devil's face
Sit back, relax, sleep

Just see your face
In the mirror gritty
With reality
To see him hiding
Deep in your shadow
Waiting to trip and tear.
And you've still earned nothing
No freedom
No future
No life
But a gift
Grace
The life preserver
That always floats
And never lets go.