The Devil Takes My Hand

I hate the man in the mirror Don’t think it gets much clearer than that Had a soul but let it go As I watched my life falling through the cracks From the bottle to the can Traded habits for the hand that I’ve been dealt These crutches full of remorse Lead me on a crash course towards myself Each drink is a shovel That helps me dig my grave Many times I’ve asked for help As I felt my heart race Knowing damn well that I’ll do it all once again Tryin’ to get right with the good Lord Then the devil takes my hand Guess grace is what you make it Another day to get it right My souls grown cold and weary Looking for the light The promise of tomorrow Seems so far away This shell is hell and emptiness Stares back into my face Each drink is a shovel That helps me dig my grave Many times I’ve asked for help As I felt my heart race Knowing damn well that I’ll do it all once again Trying to get right with the good Lord Then the devil takes my hand I’m much better off than most But lay excuses at my feet Wonderin’ why I can’t get out Of what’s s so easy to see To tell the truth I am ashamed It’s the one thing I can’t quit My minds the jigsaw puzzle And the devils found his fit Each drink is a shovel That helps me dig my grave Many times I’ve asked for help As I felt my heart race Knowing damn well that I’ll do it all over again Been try’n to get right with the good Lord Then the devil takes my hand Been try’n to get right with the good Lord Then the devil takes my hand