New Lows (Becky Lynch)

The Man has comes around

The sleepless nights, the desperate calls, the empty road
I'm spitting blood, I'm staring down a broken nose
I'm sick to death of standing in the bitter cold
They'll rue the day they let me hit a new low
'Cause I'm no one's shadow

I felt the lights, and I'm not going back there
I talk to your ghost every night in my sleep
And I say, I'm through playing dead, man, I don't care
You can block the exits, I ain't flinching
Bayside built me

The pressure builds, it bottles up, and then explodes
And rips you out of orbit like a black hole
I'll burn it down and watch as something better grows
And drag you toward the future with your eyes closed
'Cause I'm no one's shadow

I felt the lights, and I'm not going back there
I talk to your ghost every night in my sleep
And I say, I'm through playing dead, man, I don't care
You can block the exits, I ain't flinching
Bayside built me

You can block the exits, I ain't flinching
Bayside built me