Holding on, for my life.   Hanging on, By A Thread.      Cause I if I don't try, I'm gonna fall into the hatred of this world.   And If I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall...      My hands are bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins;   But it's all I've got to hold.   I hang and pray and struggle everyday,   To keep this spark of reality from growing cold.      And If I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall...      A tightrope balance; my very life,   hangs By A Thread above the abyss of my despair.   If I lose my grip again, oh if I snap.   I will be lost again - a dark relapse.