On The Floor
Seahaven Lyrics

When you know that it's wrong, yet you still move it along.
Even though you know what you're doing is wrong, you continue doing it anyway.

And you find all in all, for yourself it's better off.
Despite the wrongness of your actions, you believe that it benefits you in some way.

There's something you create that won't ever wash away.
You've done something that has a lasting impact and cannot be undone.

Well you knew it was wrong. It is wrong.
You are fully aware that what you are doing is morally incorrect.

So you buy and you sell the means of keeping you from hell.
You use anything you can to avoid the inevitable consequences of your actions.

But the Ghost on your trail can't seem to neglect a step.
You are constantly haunted by the consequences of your actions.

There's a noose in his hand with a shape to fit your neck.
The consequences of your actions are tailor-made for you and inescapable.

Keep on running from hell. This is hell.
You are desperately trying to avoid the consequences of your actions, but your life has become a living hell because of it.

Ain't it something when everything falls apart?
It's ironic how everything can seem to be going well until it suddenly, and completely, collapses around you.

The ground you build upon determines if you'll fall.
The foundation on which you build your life will determine whether you can withstand the inevitable hardships and difficulties.

It's slow motion as I watch it from the hall all come undone.
Watching the collapse of everything around you is a slow and painful process.

It's the past that leaves you on the floor.
The weight of your past mistakes is what ultimately brings you down.

Forgiveness comes with a humiliating clause.
The price of forgiveness is often a humbling and difficult task.

It's the last thing you want, but the first to move forth.
Forgiveness is often the last thing we want to do, but the first step towards moving on and improving ourselves.

Now your demons are sewn to your shoulder clearly shown.
The consequence of your actions are now a constant and visible reminder of what you have done.

It is your futile refrain from vulnerable.
Your continued attempts to avoid vulnerability are ultimately pointless and ineffectual.

As you fall, you faintly hear a familiar song, hum along, 'hallelujah.'
As you suffer the consequences of your actions, you are reminded of a past where you found comfort in something familiar.

Now he's gone, as is the time you now have lost. We die alone, hallelujah.
As your past fades away, you realize that you have lost valuable time and that ultimately, we all die alone.