The Ataris - Eight of Nine (Song Idea) lyrics

These hospital walls are the palest of white Here in this desert they're reciting my last rights The smell of these halls brings temporary comfort As oxygen flows through my blood El Coraz'n was poisoned tonight She's on her 8 of 9 When half of all your prayers are insincere The other half are lies Here is this watermark under this bridge The point where it crested Rolled back and drifted into the sea I climb from this wreckage As the smoke begins to clear from my lungs The closest of close calls has happened tonight It's time that I made things right For the first time since the last time Let this moment of clarity Lift this curse that has been cast upon me So appreciate the good times But don't take the worst for granted Because you only get so many second chances